[The dust and shit sprinkles on his head, and he floats a little closer to him to get out of it, shaking his head, fur fluffing and flying much like any canid's--along with the dust. He asks as he does so:]
Doing what?
[He stills, ears perking up when he realizes what he means.]
Oh, flying? I got caught off guard, hard to fly then.
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Doing what?
[He stills, ears perking up when he realizes what he means.]
Oh, flying? I got caught off guard, hard to fly then.