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Someone pushed up through the crowd beside Amnesty, and the white fox had only a moment to think that she had seen the sable before-- the orange-patterned blanket cape the mustelid had just unclipped was wonderfully distinct-- when someone shouted from right next to her and she became suddenly aware of both Cricket's proximity and the location of the little reptile's fingers. She didn't mean to. It wasn't dignified. But Amnesty yipped. The part that was intentional was her own paw snapping down with the goal of closing, firm and harmless, on the would-be pickpocket's wrist.
It wouldn't be disastrous if she lost the contents of her pocket. A few gilders she had hoped to spend at the stalls, a variety of herbs both medicinal and fragrant. Not disastrous, but absolutely annoying. And not the sort of thing that was going to do much in the way of longterm good for the little urchin, regardless.
"Oy, I don't think that's your pocket, now, is it?"
@Cricket
It wouldn't be disastrous if she lost the contents of her pocket. A few gilders she had hoped to spend at the stalls, a variety of herbs both medicinal and fragrant. Not disastrous, but absolutely annoying. And not the sort of thing that was going to do much in the way of longterm good for the little urchin, regardless.
"Oy, I don't think that's your pocket, now, is it?"
@Cricket