Ooc;
It was silently known between the two, that there was no real hatred between them. Yes, Jefferson knew just what buttons to push to get a rise out of the spitfire, but she did not hate him for it. He was the only one in the pack that gave a damn enough to treat her as she needed to be treated; with the truth, not consoling words to put her mind as ease. But his tact in doing so never failed to set her off.
And so, when he spoke again, a somewhat sarcastic voice in regards to her fanciful wants, Zynex spun around sharply, nearly tripping over her tail in the process. She marched heavily on large paws, arms swinging in stride as if ready to strike the Patriarch with all she had. There was no pause in her steps as she invaded his proximity, nigh face to face. And when her muzzle was but a hair’s breadth from his, she strung her arms around his neck and dropped her muzzle to his shoulder.
She hugged him. Tightly.
Then just as suddenly withdrew from him all together, her face still placid though internally she was anything but numb. Gathering her arms to her sides, she left Jefferson alone, this time taking a stronger step from the Leader’s home and darted off toward the pack borders.
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