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"Maybe," she shot back with a wry grin. Porcupines were prickly creatures, but Saena didn't think they were capable of actually killing someone. She was probably wrong about that but she assumed that their spines were for defense, not for mass murder. Besides, if Reek got himself stuck with fifteen porcupine quills, it was kind of his fault anyway. His gamekeeper wife would be doing everything in her power to avoid them.

When Reek stopped and declared that he wanted to fuck the porcupine, Saena snorted out a laugh and replied, "whatever makes you happy, man. Don't come crying to me when you get a bellyful of quills." She grinned at him, inviting him to come back with something. He did quickly explain that he didn't mean literally, but she'd know that, of course. Any wolf that seriously considered sticking it in a porcupine was, well... they probably deserved to be dead.

Her only response to his proposition was a coy flick of her tail and a playful, interested smirk before she turned and galloped away from him. He could have his fun, if he could catch her and lock her down.