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"Luke!" The blackened she-wolf called in greeting before standing to stretch. Her body lurched backwards as she stretched, and then forwards, her body appearing even more slender. She trotted over curiously and excitedly. "Goodmorning," she woofed, dipping her head in a polite hello. "You're up early," she commented, nosing him playfully. "How are you?" She asked, her jaws turned upwards in a grin.

Within moments of the brutes arrival her mood had drastically changed, and she was now happy and perky... A little goofy, even. Her tail wagged as she waited his response, her blue eyes glinting as the sun shone through the leafy trees. Leaves fell around them, but Ilya ignored them hastily, as she did not wish to believe that fall would eventually come to an end.