[Felid whines as his windpipe is crushed, collapsing on Glen as that genuinely, if briefly, incapacitates him. His neck is already regenerating though, in seconds he's breathing raggedly then normally, but he stays leaning on Glen, his hair, and the fact that his face is tucked against Glen's shoulder, hiding his excited, delighted smile.]
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Glen...
[His voice is soft.]
Shh, it's all right.