Being manhandled for so long usually isn't very approved among the shorter people, and Donchen too is not so happy about it. Whenever he was among the children of other races, oh man do you know what he has to go through simply because he is very fuzzy and looks so cute?! At least that's what they would say before smothering him with lots and lots of group hugs.<br/><br/>For Darion's case, he only allowed himself for the sake of getting across faster, and getting a good wind across his face for the ease of cleaning his fur. He might also be able to forgive Verita this time for holding him so tightly because she has nice looking boobs.<br/><br/>Verita then asked,<b><span style="color: DarkRed">''Can I maybe be so frank to ask, how it is possible that you can talk? And walk.. and look so.. Not like a real fox? And..''</span></b><br/><br/>That was one question that Donchen had a hard time trying to answer. All he could really do was give back a rather baffled look, but then again, nobody really knows about the Vulpari race. Not to also add the idea of how indoors these mountain villagers seemed when they tried to chase out whoever was here now. He didn't know where to start about his race, but with much embarrassment while looking to towards the sky...<br/><br/><b>"You haven't heard of the Vulparri before? Well ahem, where to start, well we-Hey! Wait up!"</b><br/><br/>He was stopped short by the time he realized everyone else was moving onwards towards the woods. He hurried himself to catch up to the rest of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>