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Tawny whined softly as Pripyat adopted a more aggressive tone and stance, his expression darkening as he watched her. The words she spoke seemed to be insufficient for the male and he was soon snapping for more information. The memories were painful, things that she did not want to drag back up. Unfortunately, this pack mate that had only ever been kind to her was obviously trying to look out for her and others and she had to tell him. Shaking her head a little bit, her hands slid up on the cloak and she flicked the hood down further over her face, covering almost everything but her mouth and nose.
Grumbling softly to herself, she curled in tighter and sighed. ”Fang is…h-huge. Da-ark b-b-black fur and sc…scary eyes. Some scars I think, cause I b-b-it and scratching him up…” Sniffling softly, she turned and peeked up at the gray male from her spot a few feet away. The small woman wanted to go over to him, maybe get some kind of comfort from physical touch like she’d done with Saul and Matteo. There was nothing sexual about it, just holding and snuggling, giving her a feeling of safety. However, she was wary of Pripyat…he seemed to be angry and getting near an angry male was a mistake, as she’d learned.
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