the thin red line
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Bit of powerplay, lemme know if it's too much. Also, sorry for the wait, I've been up to my nose in schoolwork. Dx[html]<style type="text/css">.byrequiem b {color:#bbc9df; font:9pt Georgia; font-weight:bold; line-height:1.0em; letter-spacing:-1px;}</style>
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She was frightened by all the sounds and the sights of the exchange. Everything about her was visibly jumpy and uncertain, but the girl wouldn't admit what had happened to anyone. She, like Haku, saw the expressions in her family change as if she'd been slapped in the face with the certainty with which they had switched, and panic welled in her throat. It threatened to burst when the other wolf came onto the scene, because the immediate thought would be that Haku had tricked the coyotes. She was relieved when DaVinci stated his true purpose there, even if it wasn't explicitly said, and a little of the tension released.

When Haku walked away from her, she felt suddenly exposed and vulnerable. She took an instinctive step back, toward the man who had, despite not noticing anything, kept her safe throughout her capture, but then immediately rushed to the coyotes. She crashed right into her father, the tears already streaming but, somehow, she was still composed enough to say, It wasn't him, daddy, he didn't do anything.

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