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From a pile of bone, fur and teeth the female had risen to a late afternoon sun and the acrid smoke of a long since extinguished leaf clutched between her digits. It was a purposefully slow rise, ensuring that her crafts were not too disturbed by her movements. Again, she had fallen asleep in the middle of her work, no doubt an effect of the leaf dangling dead between her pads. But for the consequence of her indulgence, she managed to rise quite refreshed despite how she slept. And for once she was not as plagued by hunger pangs as she usually was after indulging in the dingy green. Perhaps she was developing an immunity...it was difficult to say, but she was glad for the comfortable rise after so late a night.
Slipping carefully from her bone covered pile, she stretched with dexterous arms pulled over, then behind her head then at last combed her fingers through her loosened locks. The single black cord that acted as a reminder of her prior mate was left strung alone across the earthen floor, but the feathers of her companions were gathered placed as ornaments, fastened to her locks by fine glass beads. Grooming was once again postponed for the day as it was already too late in the day, she could feel, to devote her time to manicuring her person. A few well placed licks and nothing more were taken, before she adopted her preferred form to all fours. Leaving her mess behind to clean up later in the evening, she slipped out into the light at last and basked under the late greeting of the sun.
The searing light forced her gaze away for a moment, but while her head recoiled her ears were drawn from their rest atop her autumn crown to receive the summoning call of her companion not but a little ways away. While his tone lacked urgency, she none the less took his call as such and swiftly descended the facade of their home to grace soft grasses beneath her heavy paws. Her ears were drawn forward, anticipating the sounds of struggle or perhaps the heated voices of an argument. Odd that her mind would stray to the negative when there was apparently no cause for it by the tone of her companion's voice. But still she worried as she promptly padded her way toward the dark shrouded figure...and guest.
"Jaden?" There was a silent question in her voice as she drew nearer to the conversing pair. Her head remained low out of courtesy but more so curiosity as the fleshed end quivered anxiously at the presence of this grungy looking male. Shameful as it was to make a comparison, looking at him made her feel quite a bit better about her own unkempt appearance though it was well hidden by the overflowing streams of red. Silently, her eyes passed between the two males as she came to stand just between the two of them. "My friend, you called for me?" kindly, she addressed her companion then carefully set her eyes upon their guest.
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