It occurred to me that inviting an Apelesshar into the group without announcing my reasoning wouldn't be welcomed. Even Ashiek broke from his usual self to point this out. I was about to reply, since I felt an odd need to, before Xurga gave me some desperately needed reassurance. The safety of the tribe came first, but staying to ourselves would never last forever; having another mind may even serve as a respite from Ashiek's unrelentingly odd impertinence...as I doubted the human even knew who I was...

OH!
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"Good, goods!" Keepa chirped after Edgar cut off, assuming that was the end of his sentence before the event broke out. Turning, he realized the others were already on it...and that the curved shortsword (pic in cs) from his hip had already been drawn, the polished bone blade glinting in the dull light. He had been about to jump before seeing the situation conclude with the human fleeing at the mere sight of Xurga.

Keepa sighed, almost slightly disappointed in tone as he sheathed the sword. "I am Keepa" he spoke, still watching the scene while stuffing his book back into the messenger bag; the words 'Lvre de Sorts' on the cover turned towards Edward for barely a second before he continued. "We no...ehrm...human, like...they do not" Keepa tried to explain, stumbling over their words, flustered and distracted. The next person, an Anthro like the rest, took Keepa by casual surprise from their suggestion. Keepa seemed to grasp enough of what was said to agree with a nod, readjusting their hood as an ear flicked back into position with a light jingle from a charm that hung from a piercing.