The owlbeast looks at Rue for a moment, and sniffs their arm, but doesn't object. It still feels a painful degree of nostalgia, even if something about the owlbear isn't right.
After that its eyes flicked back to Raine, watching their movements with a stil-wary curiosity. It gives another little nod, tilting its head to the side as it waits.
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The owlbeast looks at Rue for a moment, and sniffs their arm, but doesn't object. It still feels a painful degree of nostalgia, even if something about the owlbear isn't right.
After that its eyes flicked back to Raine, watching their movements with a stil-wary curiosity. It gives another little nod, tilting its head to the side as it waits.