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She seemed delighted by his attentions, though at the same time, it seemed she would play hard-to-get, like the black she-wolf whose name he couldn't remember. Undeterred, Tambourine replied, "How?" and then added, "Yes." He did not elaborate. He had one thing and one thing only on his mind.

Make that two. When he felt a nip near his fetlock, his attention momentarily turned to Indra rather than Laurel. He offered a rather bleary, dopey smile. Tambourine's attention quickly shifted back to the gray sister, his nostrils flaring as he drank in her toothsome scent and moaned under his breath. Hopefully she would tell him soon what she wanted him to do, so they could start humping like bunnies.