01-18-2011, 08:29 PM
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rainbowlove table by sie
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He knew that he was allowed to be here, but that didn’t stop him from feeling as though he were doing something wrong—or that someone would tell him as much, whatever the truth. Canines could be protective of their dens, and he’d yet to walk around and shake hands, introducing himself to the pack.
So when a voice spoke out he jumped comically, dropping his bag to the floor and whirling around to face the other coyote. Well, coyote hybrid, as this creature looked more wolf than coyote, with his jet-black coat and obviously lupine build.
“Pink!” he said, grinning cheesily ear to ear as he reached down to pick up his fallen bag. “Who’re you?” he returned, eyeing the creature curiously as he slipped the bag back onto his shoulder.
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