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Palaydrian mimicked Terra’s reaction to her question, she was beginning to really like the coywolf which was surprising as she normally didn’t take so well to females, at least not right away. Their meeting had been rather unconventional, but Drin was happy they had been able to exchange information and the subord had gotten a chance to learn a bit more about another pack. The news she heard of one of her pack brother’s was hard to hear, but knowing at least little bit of history from her new home was important to the golden fae.
Allowing the coywolf to mull it over brought forth the suggestion of tag. It was a game Drin was especially fond of. Smiling ear to ear, the young Soul began to lower her chest to the ground in a playful crouch. She suddenly pounced forward and gently tapped Terra’s shoulder before bounding off in the opposite direction and calling over her shoulder, You’re it! A raucous laugh cut through the afternoon din as she ran in energetic zigzags throughout the Dampwood underbrush hoping her newfound friend would give chase. Drin had played this game many times with her brothers and once with Jiva. Some things never died from puphood.
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