[He rubs his cheek back against theirs, trilling happily. It's a feeling he's well used to by now, but it hits differently as an owlbear, to a degree that he can't name or quantify.]
Learn to fish! To roar! To claw. [He lifts both claws near his face, curling them, a melodramatic menacing gesture.] Trust with Hob? He can come too.
[He's less certain around Hob - still new, too unknown - but if Rue learned with him, he's welcome to join.]
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Learn to fish! To roar! To claw. [He lifts both claws near his face, curling them, a melodramatic menacing gesture.] Trust with Hob? He can come too.
[He's less certain around Hob - still new, too unknown - but if Rue learned with him, he's welcome to join.]