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She was acting too silly to be taken seriously, no doubt encouraging the laughter that would follow at any moment. When common sense dictated that she pull herself up and brush off the embarrassment, her rump remained planted while she basked in the shameful light of her own doing. Despite her curling into herself in a failed attempt to make herself small, the male pup remained and only inquired more but with an offer to see to her smarting tail. The teachings of her caretaker professed that it was not wrong to seek aid from another, but only when one’s own strength and resources were exhausted.
Politely declining his offer, she shook her head and managed an awkward shuffle to her own four paws. “…’s ok…” she humbled while lowering her head in an effort to hide her stunning amber gaze beneath the poorly managed tuffs of auburn mane. Her tail came to life behind her, raising high and fanning proudly to show that it indeed was alright to move. “See?”
With tail anchored high she neared the male pup with a curious twitch to her nose, entertaining the temporary title bestowed for the sake of answering her own muted questions. Was he a part of the family as well? His coat did not hold the appraised gold of the Exultare elite, nor did he have the pure obsidian shade of the hunters. In the melting pot of colorful hues and tints it was difficult to differentiate by that alone which family he belonged to. Yet from how he spoke, it was clearly not from the more physically inclined. “You are strange,” she assessed the pup in few words then reclined back on her haunches, foregoing a more thorough inspection. “…and not ‘curious’,” she claimed with more force in her soft tones. “I am X’yrin…an Exultare. What is your family?”
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