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She’d been startled by the brujo’s sudden appearance. She hadn’t sensed anyone near and a wolf could not be that fast. And by what she could tell he’d snuck up right behind her! Which meant she let her guard down…something her father would have killed her for. At his sharp question, she assumed a submissive pose. She could tell he was no tender, but whether he was a dark wolf or a neutral like herself, she had yet to find out. With her auds flattened against her head and her maw held down she replied. My name is Wilwarin, she said in her calm, if bit stiff, voice, and if allowed I’d like to join your pack. She looked up at the wolf, looked into is amber eyes. Her own flashed, just to let him now. She, herself, was not a tender.
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::Wilwarin::Mateless::Packless::
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