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Emmanuelle, it was a wonderful name and suited the coywolf nicely. On top of that she had many nicknames, different words to call her by. It almost made Kiara jealous. Kiara loved her name, really, but she never had any nicknames. The white wolf wondered what it would be like to answer to many names. How did Emmanuelle keep track of them all? Suddenly, a sickly sweet voice drifted out of Kiara's memory. Hearing Romeo's voice in her head made Kiara gag. He had called her so many things, each one sweeter and more vile than the last. He was insane, and had for some reason taken a liking to Kiara. If she never saw that male again, it would be too soon. The arctic wolf pushed the horrid memory out of her mind with a flick of her tail and answered Emma's question. "Kiara Amarok"
Chasing the crows was something Kiara loved to do, and soon Emma had joined her in the game. Both wolves raced through the grass and soon more crows were in the air. Many of them cried out in low speech, a jumble of avian words that Kiara didn't understand or care about. With the hare in her mouth, the pregnant female was unable to snap at the crows, but that didn't stop her from chasing them. While Emma chased after the original crow, Kiara turned to one that was closer to her. After a little while the alabaster female's movements slowed and she paused to rest. She turned a full and toothy grin towards the coywolf only to nearly choke on her rabbit in laughter. The black feather's stuck to the youth's maw were a sight to see.
The harder Kiara laughed, the harder it became for her to hold onto the rabbit and soon its white body dropped to the ground. It was several moments before the wolfess regained controlled. "Those look good on you. You should consider keeping them. I'm sure the crow wont mind." Kiara stood and awkwardly shook herself. Her swollen body was difficult to maneuver in, and she was only going to get bigger. In less than a month the female would be ready to deliver her puppies. Kiara wondered what it would be like to have puppies of her own. Would they have a better chance at surviving in a pack full of luperci? Sapphire eyes stared at the coywolf, wondering if they would be as friendly and kind as Emmanuelle.
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