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She had no way of reading his thoughts, but as the male’s posture relaxed somewhat, Bambi felt that her display of submission had appeased him. She smiled, her tail swaying gently against her hind legs as she stole a glance at his dark features. He was handsome, and his dark complexion seemed to enhance the greenness of his eyes. His large stature intimidated Bambi still, but she also felt strangely comforted by it. Something about the idea of being towered over by a trustworthy (she hoped) male made her feel safe.

Then, as if he’d been struck by something, he seemed taken aback. Bambi’s brows furrowed somewhat, but her smile persisted. “Cat got your tongue?” she teased lightly, beaming at her pack mate. It seemed as though he had planned on saying something to her, but the words had died before they’d ever had the chance to even form.

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