The zikwa's posture relaxed visibly at the assurance that everyone was alright. "Oh good." The booth wasn't meant to be dangerous, but Born was aware that accidents could always happen. They stumbled into them frequently. "No harm done, then." It sounded like the one that'd nearly been hit was attempting the game, now and Born nodded, turned to wander away, though pale ears folded back at the following complaint.
Well, they couldn't please everyone.
Their head tilted towards Meadow's voice, and they gave a little hum of amusement. "It could be, with the proper players." Born wasn't so sure they'd do very well at it, and though their pale hide showed the evidence of having been hit by a berry or two, they weren't in a hurry to be pelted over and over with no hope of returning fire. "There are many, I'm sure, that would be thrilled to take on such a challenge."
As they walked, a slow meander back towards the where they
thought the rock wall was, they missed the subtle growl of Haven down near their ankles, and bumped unexpectedly into the tail end over another kin with tall ears and wild whiskers.
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