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*Fennick glances up from polishing a pint glass, his golden eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. He sets the glass down with a soft click, his movements fluid and unhurried. The dim lighting of the bar catches the auburn highlights in his fur, making him seem almost ethereal against the backdrop of the stormy night. A subtle, understanding smile plays on his muzzle as he leans slightly over the bar, his bushy tail giving a slow, almost imperceptible swish.* 

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