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She watched the blurred outline stand, and the dame evaluated it carefully, remaining silent while staring, hark still perked forth as the jackal fellow seemed almost awestruck. It was peculiar to say the least, though the dame could practically feel his grieving through examining his stature, the way he currently was holding and presenting himself, and posture.
She didn't dare move, though she silently examined him for a moment more, up until his sigh, those silver-dipped harks tipping back in slight as he did so, her crown tipping to the right as the ash, silver and cocoa dame continued to watch him with her poor eyesight, milky pupils nestled in jade sights pinned to his location.
Hello, she called softly, feeling almost paranoid for speaking up, as though it would open her for attack. ... A.... Are you alright, sir? Wander continued, his silence unnerving her slightly. The woman shuffled on her feet, her legs taking on an awkward, pigeon-toed stance that caused her to stand upwards more, not that it helped the petite creature look any taller or larger.
Cautiously, the woman took a small, sidling step forward, hands fiddling a bit with themselves before her ribs as she did so.
Are you lost or something...?
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