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it is upon his incessant fidgeting that she notices him, and her head snaps in the direction of the movement, mismatched gaze finding their way to the burning orbs of the other.

they flickered beneath the moonlight, nearly seemed to be floating, until he shifted once more and his form betrayed him.  so it was another like her friend in the valley who had been interested in her.

she did not move from her prone position, instead tipping her maw to the air and letting out a short howl, inviting him to join in.