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Her intentions for dancing were purely innocent and entertaining, even if her movements had suggested nothing of the sort. Flirting and coaxing the sexual attention of a male were again actions she was unaware of, though she enjoyed the act of fulfilling them. To dance freely and feel wanted, even if that wanting was not in the spirit of dance as it had felt like for her. Ignorance would forever be her claim until the consequences became more apparent.
And those consequences certainly showed in a way that was not through her… but her mate. While she lingered by the fire watching with envious eyes the mingling forms of the dancers, she noticed with a considerable amount of disdain the mountainous grey form of her mate moving rather fluidly with another female pressed dangerously close to what was hers. The young thing appeared to be enjoying herself, her tail wagging with mirth like a pup with a new toy and to the tried tempered female, the girl looked like a pup trying to fill a role too great for her. Ambitious to say the least, but a mistake on the younger’s fault.
But while X’yrin was growing to dislike the girl more from afar, she couldn’t help but catch the eye of her mate as he inconspicuously lead his ‘partner’ nearer. She knew him well enough to know when he was taunting her, but this act… this was just playing dirty on all fronts. At least when she danced, it was not to parade around some lust drunk male to arouse her mate’s anger and jealousy. She danced because she thoroughly enjoyed it… but this- her trailed from the taunting look of Saluce’s blues to the hand that clasped near her rear- this tactic was just… nasty.
Maintaining her calm to save face, the Nomad woman soundly cleared her throat to catch the girl’s attention who seemed keen on keeping her eyes locked onto her mate. When that effort failed and she was still met with the female dog’s back, she placed a gentle tap upon her shoulder catching her attention then with a soft smile curling her lips. “Would you mind if I stepped in?” she inquired politely always with a smile on her muzzle. Her voice was soft and her words benign, but the message laden within the melodious syllables were as clear and true as the beautiful strings that played their music; ‘Leave… Now.’