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She didn't expect the roll as she collided with him, and her grip let go on his scruff as she held tight. It was a little scary to be out of control, but that was a fleeting feeling as she felt his nose touch hers a few times, then she blushed giggling a little out of nervousness. His teeth clung for a second to her scruff around the same time they slowed down. She was amazed how he managed to be on top the moment they came to the bottom. She remained still as her eyes found his, her ears were slightly back, a light smile stuck upon her muzzle. She watched as his nose came down to lightly touch hers. It seemed this friendly moment was turning into something else. Something familiar, yet strong and she gave a shy happy burst of laughter as she dipped her nose down in an act of pure bashfulness. He then went back to nibbling on her neck. It was at this point she began to laugh out like an excited rambunctious puppy, her legs kicking about trying to get him off so she could be the one on top. She enjoyed him being as he was though, but she wasn't going to make it easy. She enjoyed putting up a fight, and he'd learn that quickly.
Most never got to know her beneath the surface, but Ookami was the first to get to her real self. She was feisty, playful, and aggressive. It was hard for her to show her self though, she feared upsetting others, but when she learned she could be herself, she was a wild silly femme.