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An odd feeling had begun to take hold of her. The longer she watched the pair interact, the stronger she felt this sensation overcome her. It was almost like the onset of a sickness that her body was too weak to combat against, but instead of succumbing to symptomatic weakness and coughs, she felt herself grow steadily warmer and more comfortable. A different kind of smile touched her lips as she felt the strain of forced appeasement wear away. She felt… content… happy. Not the kind that stemmed from fulfillment of duty or accomplishing a good deed, but something new all together that she could not place. But she liked it, strangely enough, and for once she was not frightened for not knowing what she felt.
She admired Boothe’s bravery as she intended to stick up for his sister, baring a protective front against the possibility of harsh disciplinary actions. As one that had suffered the lash from disobedience herself, she could not rightly find herself alarmed by what she heard, rather hoping that it wouldn’t be too extreme of a hurt on the two. “If he gets upset with you, I’ll talk to him if you’d like,” she offered. “There is no reason for the two of you to get into trouble of something I led.” And perhaps an adult presence would assure their caregiver that the pups were speaking the truth, or so she reasoned.
Her assumption that her mate was waiting in their tent was disproved the moment she heard his approaching heavy steps. No wonder he hadn’t come running when she called… he wasn’t even there to begin with! Her lowered tail immediately rose to its full height upon seeing him as she whined just as excitedly. “Sal-“ her brows raised curiously when her eyes were drawn down to the pups skirting closer to her for safety, obviously unaware of the familiar relation the woman had with the large male. Kindly, she lowered her head to be level with the two and whispered just for their ears to hear. “He won’t hurt you. He’s my ‘special fur’.” She felt it was doubtful the pups would understand that concept of a mate… let alone a husband, so she played with what she figured they would understand based on their prior conversation.
Saluce complimented them on being good traders, earning a chuckled from the she-wolf as she was made to explain what happened. “The furs are their gifts. We met at Macarius’s tent and their ‘fortune’ said that they would receive a gift,” she gestured with a bob of her head that she was the maker of said fortune. Carefully she stepped around the pups and padded over to her mate to grasp an ear by her maw, tugging lightly albeit excitedly for him to come closer. “They are Boothe and Sophie,” she mouthed around the captured ear then released it and favor of playfully pouncing at his shoulder to show his harmless disposition. “Apparently they were supposed to stay on the fairgrounds, but we’ve decided that technically they still are.” Smiling, she looked at the two. “Isn’t that right?”