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Creeping was unbecoming of one of her stature, but she found herself doing it effortlessly as she followed the delicious aroma to its source. A whining voice drew her ears forward and strangely did not detour her from her prowl, it only compelled her further. The woman's curiosity was peaked, eager to assess whom and what made this scent that made her stomach growl and maw salivate. She had become not an articulate and polished wolf, but a hungry beast in an instant... and a shameless one at that.
Forgoing her own prior discomfort toward the remnants of the dead culture, she proceeded onward, ignoring the awful tinge of rust in her flared nostrils to favor the aroma that hung pleasantly in the air. And as it grew stronger and the comical voice of a female ahead became more pronounced, the she-wolf announced herself with a low growl, seeking admittance to this private engagement...