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The stranger didn't seem dangerous. She was just laying there, looking at the sky. Much like Dalgina had been doing. Maybe it would be safe to get closer. She inched forwards slightly, the light of the fire just beyond her, a dark patch against the light. A growl stopped her dead. Immediately Dalgina crouched down, fearful. She didn't want to be hurt. A knife glinted in the light, right before her. She was going to die!
A small whine came from her at the words. Come out? Dalgina didn't want to come out. She wanted to remain hidden. The pup backed up some, considering what she would be doing. It didn't seem there was much choice. She crawled forward, tail tucked low as she entered the circle. Her submissive pose was clear, unsure of the stranger before her. Brown eyes blinked up as she adopted to the soft light from the flames.
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