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If any lessons were to be taken from her playful, though swift actions, it was to prepare oneself for the unexpected even in the middle of play. Through their involvement with each other by way of the flourishing Shepard and student relationship, the Nomad would have thought her able-minded pupil would have remembered this fact. But it couldn’t be said that she didn’t enjoy having the upper-hand on her coyote student even if it was for a moment.
X’yrin raised her muzzle in a boast of victory as her paws settled on the stone pedestal and was claimed as hers. The woman made a show of beating her forepaws on her newly claimed throne and tossed both head and tail into the air and a show of feigned vanity. But her own thoughts were taken into consideration as her guard has slipped in this moment of exuberance. She saw only a tawny blur from the corner of her eye before the warm wetness of tongue struck her face. The sudden caress sent a pleasant chill up her spine and for a moment she was lost in a daze until warm breath and fang gripped her ear.
With an audible yelp she lowered her head and began pawing at the maw that had her ear. It was quite the awkward show, especially for one that prided herself on form and dexterity, but her ear was in danger! What was she expected to do other than free it? For such a large beast she was a pitiful mess trying to reclaim her ear for herself without any harm coming to it. She knew it was all in play and was fine to play the part of the distressed heroin. Her soft whimpers even called out to her mate to help her and be her knight in shimmering grey armor. But the knight however was not moving. He remained where he sat with an amused smirk on his muzzle. It was rare that he saw his female in play with someone other than himself and he was not about to ruin the moment for either of them.
Just her luck.