Cass Clover, expert shot with a bow, able to drink you under the table AND a nonsense jumble of grumpiness and anxiety, ran after the young redhead boy that he'd caught sight of with due haste.
After a few moments of running with his human legs, the satyr stopped playing around and transformed into his mythical form with his brown furred hooves and successfully caught the boy in a tackle.
"So.......who are you? Because I know for a fact that you aren't mortal. At least fully." He asked in a firm voice as he stared into the redheads eyes.
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