386 O RAWR.i think this reply isn't too relevant...
As the time grew on, the hybrid began to feel nervous. The arriving others, and the small chatter droned on in her mind. There was a realization that occurred shortly to the slender coydog, just by quietly watching the others roll in. Since Crimson Dreams, socializing and associating herself with others became much more awkward. She blamed Hadley and his new....Toy. Before all that, meetings were welcomed. Associating herself was no hair off her spine. Yet now...Just glancing at Fritz, she was rather content with knowing that her former lover had turned out to be a whore. What could have happened if that had never been uncovered? Would he sneak behind her back? He probably already did it. But Fritz...He was so perfect. She had been his first, and in no way did it seem that he was ready to throw her away.
Whatever spark of confidence (however tiny and never bright,) lingered had been extinguished as a glare was passed her way from the first in command. Large charcoal-tipped ears swept to her raven hair, an expression of confusion and bewilderment. Why...Did he not care for her? What caused the dusky Captain to look upon her with such disdain? Her maroon eyes strove to keep away from those pits of dark irises, burying herself deeper into the protection of her mate. She distracted herself, reminding herself as to why she stood there with a ragtag party of strangers, this was for a (hopefully) better home. Her small hands were shoved shyly into the pockets of her ragged jeans, touching the small sea-stone she had stuffed in there for luck. Everyone in the group deserved some charm, something to reassure things would go well, and not fall apart like the unstable human relic homes they built. Crumbling...Without support.
The mottled hybrid glanced up as Fritz spoke, introducing their exalted Captain. Such respect demanded didn't exactly fall upon the captain as her eyes fell upon him, why would he glance her with such blatant distrust? What could she possibly do? The only dreamed up demises were likely for her enemies...But what made this higher ranking canine see her in such a way that dared to connive something? Awkwardly, she shifted her weight more to her feet, tightening her arms around Fritz's muscled waist. They could talk later...
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