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Her paw steps were becoming easier to drag as the fresh scents wavered in the air and the grass brushed across her ankles. Occasionally the girl tripped, her hand flying to her stallion’s neck, but other than those flits with danger, Ever was well enough to be out again. After she had smelt the herb, her colorless irises searched the rolling hills for a bush with shimmering leaves. Clouds had lazily crossed the round orb of light in the sky, concealing a few rays of sun and casting stubby shadows along the ground.
The silver girl was indeed disoriented and weak, certainly unable to defend herself. So when a voice, high and feminine yet rather edgeless, broke the muffled sound of rushing grass, she couldn’t help whip around, red braid trailing more slowly across her shoulder. The movement sent the Cours member’s head whirling as her silk dress lay comfortably across her thigh.
She was tired of being friendly when she was in a bad mood or the other converser refused to show concern to her, but this female seemed to be exactly what she expected. The women’s dark multi colored pelt stood out like a stone against the gentle, sage flowing hill background. Her maroon irises were sharp, despite her lack of enthusiasm in her words. Ever glanced back silently, taking in the rest of her figure.
Her words were an effortless amount of advice, her hand holding out the flask. The smell was a bitter tang the young silver pelt was not used to compared to the different bitterness that came from the herbs. But despite the odd gesture, Ever liked the sound of the mistress’s voice. It was easy and refreshing compared to male’s who had haunted her thoughts.
“Sorry, I do not drink ma’m.”
The wolf’s voice was slowly getting smoother again, the fluentness that had frightened her when it left. She had finally gave in to Niro when he had found her in the dark and drank the bucket of water he had. Steadily, her weight had came back but still she was unnervingly slim and clumsy beyond repair.
Already dispirited by the insignificant exchange, the hybrid leaned back against her golden companion, who had been prepared to catch her. He nickered sweetly and tasted the air. The time would come soon before he left again. What she would do then, the silver girl did not know.
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