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Her acknowledging call was met with one in turn but with a tone that pulled her ears forward in surprise at the uniquely defined bray of something other than wolf. It was a sound she knew all too well, for it was with her adoptive brood that she heard such tones as well weighing down the reaching octaves of a true wolf’s call.
A dog? She inquired with the utmost care even to herself as she pondered the inevitability of an encounter. When last she had crossed path with a dog, she did not leave unscathed and her impression henceforth laid by that ambitious bitch left her forever apprehensive about crossing their kind again. Would this be another ill placed attempt at showing prowess for a particular skill? Or was she embarrassing herself by making more of the situation than she should have? Afterall, wasn’t it her voice that led to this coming encounter? And in the spirit of being cautious, no less. To expect something other than curiosity, perhaps even defense was foolish on her part and in reprimand, the woman lowered her autumn crown and shook it vigorously as if to rid it of those ignorant thoughts. But her impressions clung on, clouding her otherwise brilliant gaze as she lifted her head and was met by the unnamed dog.
Again she was caught off guard by the male, this time by the heavily accent of his voice. His address to her was unknown and misunderstood, but she did well to maintain a calm and patient air. With a hunter’s gaze, she once observed his frame, reading the language of his exterior, the ‘sense’ that emanated from his (surprisingly) polite form as he inquired about her song. “It was,” she answered softly, though void of the melodious trill that often accented her voice. She was taken whole by caution. Even her hackles remained raised beneath her overflowing mane. But with a low, careful tone, she carried on. “Do you reside here?”
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