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Drunk. A term Terra had learned recently, and came to associate with wolves that normally would be saner, more pleasant. It was like something was designed specifically to blow them out of their wits. Terra felt she knew the feeling, burning on the inside as she approached a sizzling fire. Her body still craved attention to the extreme, and she'd done some pretty crazy things trying to get it. Pure instinct held her back, forcing the hybrid into battle with herself. Terra's coyote blood could care less, just wanting to gain release. Her wolf blood, on the other hand, demanded she choose someone who would stick around.
Grabbing a stick of fish from the fire Terra downed it, ignoring the burning sensation as it entered her stomach. Turning to face the dog Terra grinned. She danced a couple steps of her own around the fire, hers more of a sharp burning intensity of desire than a celebration of any kind. She wanted, and would do what it took for this to end. Terra was worried that the teasing feeling would never leave, that she'd always be unfulfilled. Still she twisted, bumping slightly into the drunk dog before spinning back the other way.
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