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His call was unforgettable. Unforgivable at times, as well. Still, she obeyed. She'd been musing the possibility of a litter with Shawchert, the idea of it something that both excited and scared her. A feeling of guilt even worked its way into her, as she trotted along speedily to the location of the howl. In her haste, she hadn't even bothered to let anyone at the clinic know. She shifted on the way, into her now usual lupus form and stopped at the edge of the clearing when his white fur came into view. Quickly, her tail rose, not flagging but in line with her spine perfectly, the tip crooked upwards. She didn't seem hostile, though. "You've faired well with the hurricane. Look plenty fine. I suppose Myrddin's alright, then?" She spoke civily, though a touch short. Her fur bristled at the thought of bad news.
Even as she stood there, her blue eyes scanned the white Rhiannon male over. He didn't look very comfortable. Good. She was still sore about a lot of things- despite whatever caused his unease, she was satisfied. No fighting today, though- she'd behave, as a Delta should. Her position change was a good one. She rarely tucked tail anymore. It felt good.
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