“Claw’s a fast biter; a friendly one,” Pangaea explained, “I mean, I’ve only met him brieflyóI didn’t even know his name ëtil just nowóbut he spoke Leafeater and tried to stop Screech from attacking a few of us the other night. If he’s not from around here, then I’m pretty sure he’s a GOF member, too.”
He turned to Mim, noting with curiosity that this rainbow face didn't sound like the female from the seventh LBT film. "By the way, who might you be?" he asked. "You a local, or are you new here, too?"
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Screech was so startled by Red Claw’s outburst that he dropped the slab of meat he had in his mouth. Upon realizing that it wasn’t directed at him, he relaxed and rolled his eyes.
“I gotta say, Thud,” he growled, “You have been awfully quiet lately. What’s the matter? Ya break all your ribs getting tossed out of the valley by that threehorn, and now it hurts to speak?” Punctuating his sarcastic remark with a snort, Screech looked down at the chunk of meat he had dropped, scooped it up from the ground, and swallowed it.
(OOC: Rat_lady7: Do you want to try PMing f-22 and asking him if he's still participating? If he's not, I suppose I could take over a couple of his characters.)