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[Legacy Kali]

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As if grounded by the audacity of her action, though she felt no remorse, her arms dropped to her sides - but her face gave her away, eyes bright and rebellious and full upon his face. She did not want to explain herself, how she'd been feeling daring and sombre all at once, and how she still was. Legacy knew nothing about him, and knew that she should make no assumptions as to her safety.

"Sorry," was all she answered. She said it quietly, respectfully; not because she was sorry, but because she couldn't help noticing how intensely the scar on his muzzle accentuated his features, and noting the direction he had come from. This and the thought of her last meeting with a stranger on this beach made her bitter, the old resentment that she had to fear those of her own kind. With a naively bold air the girl folded her arms. "Are you planning to attack me, as well?... because I'll do worse than that if you do!" she declared. An almost laughable threat from the small, were-formed youth. No; the idea in mind if he really came at her was more a faceful of snow and then to run - pack alliance with Inferni or not. Empusa had said as much, after all. Hunting wolves. They like hunting wolves. And nothing she'd seen so far would convince her otherwise. She could not know if her perspective was skewed.

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