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She laughed at his remark. I'm sure you have all kinds of moves, she said with a playful raise of an eyebrow. He had began to move and let her up but stopped suddenly and started moving his nose through her fur furiously as if trying to find something. She stayed still and watched him curiously, not quite sure what he was looking for. Realization struck her when he stopped at her wound. The jagged claw mark had opened just a little under the now very moist scab that had formed there and a small amount of blood had started to seep out. At his questions, she offered him a quick, comforting nuzzle under his chin, wanting to soothe the worry that now filled his expression. Don't worry, it's not from you, she answered softly, thinking his concern was incredibly sweet.