I will let you hold my hand forever
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He frowned and she waited patiently without a touch of own thoughts on her face. She already thought this coyote to be a total bastard, so there were no high expectations anyway. She knew what she would do if he was to deny her, but after some thought he agreed to her surprise. A thin smile danced across her delicate face for a moment before it was gone again. Oversized ears twitched as he decided to insult her in the same sentence, but this was more of what she had expected originally, so her heart did not quite drop yet. She wanted to pick up on that threat and confront him with those words, but she managed to calm down the temper that so strongly wanted to be let go. She could not afford such things with him. It was enough for her to know that she was not weak. Perhaps weaker than him, but physically she was stronger than many of her same sized canines and would be able to compete with larger canines. Her body was tightly wrapped with excellently maintained muscles – it was just that she did not properly know how to outmatch her opponent without her shiny blade.

She got up on all fours and sent him a rather arrogant snicker as she whipped a highly held tail close to his face in quiet tease. Of course she would not disappoint. She had received her hydra co-rank for a reason. It was he that better not disappoint her. Gabriel and Anselm were her main teachers and they were good at it. She did not believe Hybrid Holocaust would manage to reach up to their level, but what the hell, she needed some practice and would settle for this man when it was said that he held the best feral fighting skills. Although she was slightly larger than an average coyote, her long limbs granted her more speed than the average wolf. Lips twitched and she found that she still resented him for calling her weak moments earlier. Even if she wanted to let things go it seemed her mind was unable to release. She decided to remain silent, because if he already despised her she knew she would only make it worse by letting him know her own foul tongue.


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