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The wolfdog chuckled to himself and watched the woman come closer. Mawk almost shivered at Cebra's touch, and he felt his pelt tingle. Then he too reached forward with his own muzzle and breathed in her intoxicating heat-scent. It wasn't just that, however, that made him stay. Truth was, he didn't know what it was - but something was keeping him here and he had no complaints.

"Cebra," he crooned, not taking his eyes of her. His nose lightly brushed her pelt as he took in her scent, and he resisted the urge to give in to it. For now, at least.