[He knows that voice! Shopping forgotten, Xingchen races down the street, glancing this way and that until he sees him.
His martial nephew! And...dogs? Flying dogs? Frowning, he launches himself into the air and puts himself between them and Wuxian, holding out Shuanghua.]
Halt. [Spells are handy for this sort of thing and he sends out a push - directly from Shuanghua - to send the pups on their way.]
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His martial nephew! And...dogs? Flying dogs? Frowning, he launches himself into the air and puts himself between them and Wuxian, holding out Shuanghua.]
Halt. [Spells are handy for this sort of thing and he sends out a push - directly from Shuanghua - to send the pups on their way.]