[Aslan, she parrots in their ancient way of speaking. I'm glad to meet you. This, accompanied with a short bark. Plop goes her rear and she takes a moment to look around the feasting hall, even over her shoulder.
Her ears spring back on him soon enough and she tilts her face. Have you been here for very long, Aslan? He doesn't quite smell of the Drabwurld, but one can never be certain she supposes.]
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Her ears spring back on him soon enough and she tilts her face. Have you been here for very long, Aslan? He doesn't quite smell of the Drabwurld, but one can never be certain she supposes.]