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Vieras's dark, striped form lurked by the entrance to the den he'd grown up in, soaking up sun and waiting for one of his family to happen by. He was feeling a little lonely today, and hoping to enjoy a little company from someone he was close to.
He let out a great, lazy yawn, tongue lolling out and sharp teeth glinting in the light. He wore none of his instruments, having left those in his own den for the day, and simply relished in the feel of lazing about. Familiar scents of his family and his old home filled his nostrils and left and almost permanent smile on his face. He'd played, trained, and grown here such a short time ago. It was mind-boggling.