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She bloomed under his advice and praise with a humble shake of her feathery mane. “I really didn’t think of ze movement, it almost came to me at ze last moment.” Rare it was for her to smile, one did coax at the corners of her lips; barely veiling the slightly-smug expression on her marred face.

At his other notion, a slight crease furrowed between her brow, and she turned to fully face him, ”I doubt there are many wolves that are as light as me. What if they are heavier, like you?”

Her eyes bright with anticipation, ”Wh-what if they trip, and get knocked over? Is that all I can hope for?” His excitement and her own, budding pride was contagious; her own tail beginning to sway back and forth, and her smaller frame had begun to shiver with curiosity and energy. Her coat had begun to fluff a bit in frenzy, unable to contain it.