Unlike the tense, sharp atmosphere among the others present, Little Ayado was languidly licking its paws, occasionally lifting its small head to let out a "meow" at Uraume.
Uraume would turn its hand to stroke the creature’s head, then expertly produce a cat treat from its sleeve, looking every bit the seasoned cat lover.
Little Ayado stretched out its neck, lapping up the savory treat with the tip of its tongue, a contented purring sound vibrating in its throat.
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