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Io quickly gained control, Vesper was an ever disappearing side to her and it was possible that that short time could be one of her last appearances. Io was curious, normally cautious when approaching wolves, but this was clearly pissed far past common sense. Smiling as she trotted over, she spoke again, 'Not much of a view'. He was referencing the sea, but Io was referencing something different, him himself.
Joining him none the less she stood facing the waves, she sighed. Why she had even ventured outside of Inferni that day she had no idea. She was close to leaving this male to himself, but curiosity glued her to the sand. 'What are you drinking?’ It wasn’t as if she cared, the woman was just curious. In her home pack there had been little to do but drink. There had been other things people spent their time doing, working, doing their hobbies, re-spawning and the like. The latter Io could almost call herself an expert at, at least if the damn things survived past the first few days.
Cursing herself for forgetting to bring her own supply of alcohol, she sat. Whiskey would have been lovely on a day like this.
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