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*Malfoso grunts, his golden eyes narrowing as he assesses the newcomer. He adjusts the crude mask covering his lower face, his long ears twitching nervously. He seems wary, but intrigued by the offer, slowly nodding his head in acknowledgement*. "Help... need... scavenge."

*Malfoso gestures towards a collapsed structure in the distance, his crimson fur bristling slightly. He seems hesitant to reveal too much, but his desire for assistance outweighs his suspicion*. "Metal... scrap... fix... den."

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