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Her body language gave away her frustration, as did the show of teeth. When she turned and bounded toward him, Wicked wasn't sure what to expect. When she snapped her jaws at him, he flinched and turned his cheek to her, eyes narrowing. What the fuck did I do to you? he thought but pressed his lips firmly together as he backpedaled away from her. He was used to this kind of treatment back home and having it thrown in his face right off the bat here put a bad taste in his mouth.

Then he thought he saw a playful flicker in her eye. Was she just screwing with him? Was this some sort of hazing process? Had he just chosen a bag pack full of dicks for his next family? Wicked smiled uncertainly, dark eyes still squinted, his white tail giving a lash. He was tempted to engage her in a play fight, if that's what she wanted, but he was still too uncertain of his place to do such a thing. Instead, he hovered a bit awkwardly, watching her carefully.