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She stood and watched patiently for Barrett to dismount, knowing that he would most likely need some help but waiting for him to ask her for it; she knew guys his age had easily wounded prides in these sorts of situations—having to ask a girl to help them out—and besides, seeing them try to attempt whatever they were doing could have some pretty hilarious consequences, so long as she made sure they didn’t get hurt. The boy’s loud squeak made the girl erupt in laughter, and she covered her mouth to try to stifle it, but to no avail. The sight of Barry leaning against Magic with his legs far apart, with the stallion looking absolutely mortified, was too hysterical for her to hold back the giggles.
“You’re just, hahaha, a little sore, hehe,” she gasped in between fits of laughter. “Try stretchin’ your, heehee, muscles out a bit, so you can walk, hahahahahahaha.” With a few deep breaths she managed to calm down as the other wolf slowly was able to stand up and walk again—and just in time, too, because Magic looked like he was about to step on Barry’s foot to get him to move. Pixie softly chuckled at the young wolf’s awkward strut, but kept her cool as she walked ahead of him, passing alongside the shops and looking through the front windows. Much of these windows were damaged, ranging from a few cracks in the glass to almost the entire sheet being destroyed, either by weather or strong Luperci with access to sharp or heavy objects. Looking through the windows, she could see that all the shops were in some state of wreckage; a few were just bare walls and floors, their contents destroyed or stolen in the several decades it had been since the humans had left. It was difficult to tell what each store’s original purpose was; even if one of them was originally a music shop, it could have had everything taken away from it. She could read now, but that wasn’t much use, since most of the signs had had their letters worn away.
“See anything that looks a little like a guitar, Barry?” she asked her companion. She was nearing the end of the street, and none of the shops had looked promising.
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