The weasel grins at the two **Course I remember ye, mate! ** She pats Dartpaw roughly on the back. Bowled over by the hug, Whiteye laughed and replied in a rusticated accent. ** Snow, me lad! 'Tis been a while, aye?** -- The Tapestry

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Subject: The weasel grins at the two **Course I remember ye, mate! ** She pats Dartpaw roughly on the back. Bowled over by the hug, Whiteye laughed and replied in a rusticated accent. ** Snow, me lad! 'Tis been a while, aye?**

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In reply to: Snowrudder Broadback 's message, "*An otter comes running out of nowhere up to Whiteye.* WHITEYE, MATEY! Yer back! 'Tis been such a lon' time sin'e I las' saw ye!! 'Tis so good te see ye back! *The otter gives her a big hug.*" on 21:06:23 01/23/05 Sun

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The deaf otter, at a loss for words to communicate with the weasel, instead patted her on the back tentatively. Only having just returned herself, the albino otter wasn't sure she could once more be accepted. (NT) Rebecca 21:10:15 01/23/05 Sun

Whiteye whipped around in a catlike movement, dagger drawn and tickling the air. Sniffing, the weasel grinned suddenly. ** Rebecca, me hearty. Why didn't ye say so? ** Catching herself, the weasel shook her head helplessly and hugged the otter. (NT) -- Whiteye, 21:16:23 01/23/05 Sun

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