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No worries 
It shocked and surprised her to find out just how easily she slipped back into her old routines of behavior, desolation filled her as she realised this and the coywolf's ears rested against her head with the revelation. No matter how hard she tried, the old ways came back to her, the same old thought patterns that would shame her immensely were she to act upon them within Aniwaya's borders. The tribe would look down upon her more than it already did, she was sure of it as sure as she knew her father was the devil reincarnate.
Movement and words behind her shocked her out of her thoughts and she turned to face the intruder into her sphere of light and heat. It was the man that Matteo had been fighting with, Anatole. Her eyes widened until they resembled large sapphires and her lower jaw quivered, the whiskers trembling gently. The last time she had seen him, he and Matteo had been tearing into each other. She stared at him with undisguised terror. For several long seconds her throat worked silently as she tried to conjure up words.
H..h..hello. Her voice was quiet, deathly quiet, as though her speech would provoke him into attacking her too.
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