How the Day Sounds
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    It was primal, and instinctual. They gorged upon their well earned meal, barely chewing, and soon the hunger was replaced with a warm weight. She finished before he did, perhaps due to her size, though Gabriel swallowed what was in his mouth and lifted his head to her voice. The scar on his muzzle, darkened by blood, looked as fresh as it had the day a wolf had cut it into his face.
    Gabriel answered her question with a peculiar smile. “We have,” he replied, breath exhaled in a burst of steam. He belonged in this world, despite the human relics around his neck, and it showed. For what he was—mutated, infected by this luprici gene—everything that was wild still lived in the amber-eyed beast. Less then one third of his life had been spent on two legs. “In a way, at least,” the charcoal-brushed hybrid added.


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