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Isa started talking again, and Adelle's ears moved forward slightly to hear what was being said. It didn't help though, as she didn't understand any of it. At least she didn't hear the suggestion of going to sleep this time. Her name was quite clear, but the rest was lost. A smirk on the wolf's face promptly made Adelle extremely suspicious. Something was being planned to get her to bed. There was no way she was going along with this at all.
Isa stood in optime form before her now, and Adelle squalled as she turned to run, trying to escape. She wasn't fast enough though and ended up hefted into Isa's arms. She thrashed around before sulkily settling down, unable to break free from the strong grip securing her. Refusing to meet the eyes of her captor Adelle stared at the border. The chances of her mission being accomplished was growing smaller and smaller by the minute. Her ears twitched half heartedly as more english words were spoken that she didn't understand.