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She felt his presence before his musky scent cut through the crowd's to reach her. It was hard to not feel his eyes boring into her, drinking in her form. He wasn't the only one. Amy had danced with some, but she had no interest in the simpletons that filled such a place. She just wanted to relax and let loose the pent up energy from the storm. He got a little too close for Amy's taste, his muzzle right next to her ear as he spoke in a private voice just for her to listen to. Smiling Amy tilted her head a little, her body now attuned to his frame. He was drinking, and there was no guard up. Her own was fairly relaxed as well, but she still had some tricks up her sleeve.
A knife found it's way to her hand as he spoke, and by the time he was drinking the glass she was twisting it so it would be able to tickle over the fur of his stomach. Of course. I wouldn't look less. Turning Amy kept her knife ready, measuring the black wolf that appeared before her. He was tough, the look of a killer in his eyes. She ran her tongue over her lips as she drank in his naked form. This was someone interesting. Amy didn't have anything to lose tonight, just to do what she wanted without a care. No one was here to stop her. No one that she would listen to, at least.
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