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She reacted as she should have, lowering herself to the ground in his presence. Edy was pleased, and he allowed his posture to relax when she woofed in response. He had not posed a threat, so long as she acted appropriately, and she had done just that. But the stirring had not passed like it should have. Instead, it grew stronger the longer he lingered here. Kennedy drew closer to the female he did not know, taking short deep breaths with his nose to drink in her scent. It was only then that he realized what instinctual happening was occurring. He wanted her.

Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years of evolution had brought him to this conclusion. Every inch of his body knew right then and there that she was a good match (at least biologically). Edy hesitated then, his breathing stopping rather suddenly as he took a step back. He began to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. All he could do was emit an incomprehensible croak. Edy stood awkwardly, gawking with his mouth half-open at the strange girl.