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Amy responded eagerly to her embrace, arching up and enjoying his attention. He was everything she'd imagined he would be from that first meeting, strong and fierce. The gentle overlay was almost maddening, only the edge in his eyes confirming that their feelings were the same before she collapsed beside him, nestled in and falling asleep. A smile rested on her lips as she drifted off, pressed into him.
Her head ached when she awoke. Glancing over she smiled, remembering last night. It had been a good choice, coming out here. Silently she gathered her clothes and dressed, weapons found and placed back where they belonged, rather than scattered over the ground. He was definitely one for her to keep. It seemed his uses were more than she'd thought. Tail waving behind her she turned back to the pack, letting him wake on his own.
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