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Cercelee listened to his words, and though he disagreed she did not become annoyed, until he threw out the playful nickname for her again. Laying her ears flat on her head, she narrowed her at the male. The white lady had been clear in her wishes, as someone who had a mate and as his leader. They had to be proper now, they weren’t so close of friends that such names could continue innocently. Cercelee wasn’t exactly sure why she was so adamant about it, but she was. They were only words, what much could they hurt? A lot if they escalated into something more, Cercelee knew that.
Hanna’s words, her confession, could have caused a lot of hurt. Thankfully Slay was above it, he had made his choice and was not to be swayed. Hurt was only eluded because they had all been open, honest. Cercelee couldn’t justify sitting here and playing about or pretending with this male. Perhaps if he took a mate, stayed in the pack longer... after they knew each other on a more serious level could the silly game pick back up, once Cercelee knew it was all innocent. Until then, the Rosea decided it was best to extract herself, rather than argue with the male or repeat her request. “Sankor, please excuse me. I have other tasks to take care of today.” Rising up, she bowed her head to the male and was gone. She didn't give it a second thought.
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