04-10-2008, 02:00 PM
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He was quick to respond and she met him halfway when he got up to greet her. Her barely had the chance to say anything when he spoke to her in a tongue that made her feel comfortable. She had not met another Italian speaking wolf in these areas at all and to hear it again, aside from Beppe, and to hear it from the man she loved overwhelmed her. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, holding him into an embrace she did not want to let go of. She had not seen him in nearly seven months and now... "No, sono bello," she whispered, pulling back her head to look at him. Her muzzle brushed against his affectionately, glad to see him again, glad that he (or so she would assume) came for her. "Sono spiacente. Sono così spiacente! L'ho mancata!" she said, enthusiasm in her voice as she buried her face into his shoulder.
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