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X’yrin could hardly call herself one that wore jewelry even if it was meant to be a representation of something more. The collar left by her prior mate had been the only trinket she could stand to wear due to its weight and significance as an item of profound meaning. But more often than not she hadn’t worn it, afraid that it would become damaged, or worst lost by one instance or another. The same fear was impressed upon the teeth that hung delicately around her neck. Though they sat comfortably she couldn’t help but reach up and give them a light tug to make sure they would withstand some kind of force. But time and activity would tell.
Tilting her muzzle into his found touch her lips parted with a soft sigh and she smiled. “It is wonderful, Jaden. Thank you-“ Her ears perked up in alarm by the feel of something cold and wet by her feet. Looking down she spied her little charge nosing around her large feet then sat down on top of one and looked up at her with his blind eyes. Hadn’t she promised today would be a day of play? And here she was talking to another male instead of giving him her attention. The little one whined impatiently earning the sympathetic ear of his surrogate mother. And of course she succumbed to his calls and lowered herself down to all fours to be at level with him. The dipped down her muzzle to brush against his own, then took a few steps back as her body underwent its change. Bone and muscle shifted to better suit a four-legged build, swelling muscle over resilient body to increase her bulk to that of the Secui build. When her digits at last shifted in place, she lowered her front into a playful bow before the playful pup keeping her tail high and curled both in receptive posture and play.
Her sound of engagement was a long growl surfacing from deep within her breast that was received by tiny ears and returned with a growl of the same tune. Smiling, the Issor glance up at her fellow lead from beneath her lengthy bangs before her attention was taken by a ball of energy bouncing and batting at her face.
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