03-13-2008, 12:39 PM
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The voice caused Phox to lift her head slightly and regard the female with glacial eyes still clouded with sleep. She was pretty, but a stranger nonetheless. A long time ago, someone had told her not to talk to strangers. That very same someone, however, had also turned her back on Phox a week ago. An ear cupped forwards to catch this pale wolf's words, sparse as they were. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she responded in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz rather than a speckled Mexican puppy. "Heho der," she mimicked, smiling bashfully simultaneously.[/html]