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"Could be I prefer it, too," she replied, not too fussed about it, at this point. The part that cared at all thought it better served them than Sunspot, today, but words didn't interest her nearly as much as actions.

The huntress preened under his appraisal as he performed his own inspection, exaggerating the curve of her spine and wiggling her hindquarters when he disappeared from her view. But her posing ended as soon as he'd bowed back, and in an instant, she'd reared back onto her hind legs only to plunge forward with a playful snap of her jaws. Her movements were designed to urge him into retaliation as she darted forward and back again. In truth, she was impatient, and had no desire to play, but neither did she feel it worth the effort of being covered by him if he couldn't keep up with a few simple bouts.

"If you catch me," she offered, her voice friendly and sincere, "I'll letchya keep me awhile."