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Strange words came from the one holding him. She had no idea what he just said, though the growl that accompanied them was clear enough. He wanted her surrender. Or silence. It was one of the two. Adelle refused to give ground in any manner, despite the exhaustion slowly building inside her. She barked excitedly, just managing to hold her ground against him. He was strong! Her scruff was released, and Adelle spun around, eyes gleaming as she prepared to charge the retreating male.
Stiff hackles and lips drawn back held her still. Adelle might have searched for weakness if she had known what that might look like, but all she saw was a formidable wolf standing tall and proud. She didn't see an opening she could take advantage of. She was stuck. Instead she mimicked him, her own hackles raised, size increased with the bulk of fur covering her body standing alert. Most of his words were difficult to make out in the rush, but she did make out some. Follow, play, stop. Had he been playing? Adelle relaxed a little, head cocked quizzically. Play? You were playing?