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If there was one emotion that was the most prominent, it was hesitation in her eyes. Like many of the pack, Vercingetorix was easily a behemoth when stood next to her. And for a fleeting moment, she balked inwardly at how that brawn would be used.

When inquired about offensive or defensive, Aure drew away, rising up on all limbs; she leaned back slightly, putting some weight into the iffy hind paw of hers. After a moment, she was sure it would hold her.

Rolling her own thin shoulders, the she-wolf settled opposite of him. “I wouldn’t mind getting defensive again,” her trilled words had an edge to them, and she gazed jeeringly across at him under her slim brow.

Already, her muzzle had a faint crease to it, curling the old scars she bore. Quite a stark contrast to the she-wolf who’d been a bumbling mess only moments ago.