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Shylome found a two-legged form blocked her way inside of the house she'd worked so hard to open.
Somehow, she expected the sight of a two-legs to drive her into a bloodthirsty rage, yet somehow it didn't. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd grown accustomed to the scent of wolves as a friendly one, or perhaps her nerves had been so dulled by surprise that she simply didn't care anymore.
Either way, it was with half sleepy eyes that she looked up at the male's face. She was aware that he held a knife, but the two-legged form was inherently gangly, unstable, and ungraceful in her mind. She doubted he'd be able to move faster than she could react, and if he was using a piece of metal in lieu of his claws and jaws, there must be something wrong with his body. "You should not stand with only two of your legs like a bird, Brother, unless you can fly." She laughed, a jittery noise contrasted with her relaxed appearance. "It would not surprise me in this place."
He had asked a question, however. "You bosbefok? Is it too far up there to see the rain and the wind? It's down here by your cock and balls, ne? The males in this land are bold. They speak to a female this way." She shook herself off, scattering water all around simply for the rain to soak more into her fur. "Do you have cause to keep me from coming in from the monsoon, or will you let a sister dry off and enjoy some of that..." she paused to inhale deeply. That wonderful, comforting scent. "...zebra you have in there?"