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"Whoa, whoa, hey, don't worry about it." Ty said, raising a paw passively to keep her from feeling bad about it. "It was just one raccoon, I can overlook that." He smiled politely as he remained standing, though walking closer to Sankara, his half-tail wagging slightly at the sight of what he assumed was a friend. Their last meeting was for another wolf, but Sankara and himself had gotten along well during their last encounter. She hadn't seemed hostile, nor had she been rude, unpleasant, or even bad to look at for that matter. She was a young, attractive wolfess in her prime that was rather pleasant to hang around with.
However, something was different about her this time, something that stopped Ty from getting too close to her. She seemed more confident, tougher, stronger than she was than she had been the first time around. He stopped short of being in her personal space, her bubble people almost visible with the way it stopped him in his tracks.
Ty looked Sankara up and down with a confused look on his face, wondering how her personality had changed so quickly. Had something happened to her while she was away? He couldn't tell, but she certainly wasn't the shy woman he had met when she came here before. "Well, how's it going?" He asked her, trying to play off her change in stances as nothing at all. "You look...different, have you lost weight or something?"
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