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She was comforted to know that her behind didn't look like it'd met the business end of a wood chipper, although she knew it probably looked worse than Pura let on. Having not seen his shying, however, she couldn't call him on it, and merely turned back with a grateful smile. "I hope it'll heal nicely," she told him, wincing as she switched it back and forth instinctively. Stop that! she mentally told her tail, but it was a great effort to hold it still, and eventually she had to bear it with grit teeth.

"Not a wolf," Saena answered, unable to keep a shiver from crawling up her back at the thought of a wolf doing something so immoral. "It was like a wolf, but different. Not the same body. Someone told me they're called dogs," she remembered, "but they all look kind of different from each other, different ear types and stuff. This one had a tail that curled over its back." Nothing like the poker-straight tails of wolves, she thought, lamenting the loss of her.