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Slavik was comfoted by not only her words but also a sweet nuzzle at his chin. It made him feel better, but still he didn't want to injure her further. He hadn't smelled blood when they began so the wound must've opened up during their play. The big sunspot leaned into her nuzzle, returning it with a friendly nip at her cheek fur. Then he backed up off of her, allowing her to stand. How did you get it? You don't seem like a fighter, but I'm not judging, he said with a teasing smile. He started to wade back closer to the edge of the lake, hoping she would follow.