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Softly she was awakened, and sleepily she looked around, his tongue going over her teeth. When she caught sight of Arturo and heard his call, she immediately rose to all fours without question. Where they were going, what they were going to do - it did not matter. If her father wanted to her tag along for, perhaps, another lesson, she'd do so without asking questions. She was surprised they went hunting. She was surprised even more so with the slight ease she had caught her breakfast with. She was obviously proud - even as she ate it and was shining still as they made their way to the border. She loved these quiet ways of communicating - perhaps this was why Darky did not talk. It was peaceful; less stressful than talking. She kept up with ease, her long legs bringing her to around the same height as the other Fearghal. Her ears flicked with the mention of her own name, and she looked at her father with a raised brow. Hmm? She let out.

Of course she would listen to him - she always had. Even with the whole ordeal with Cam. He had never stated she could not kiss anyone besides Lotte, and these things were not obvious for her yet. But, she could certainly say she had learned her lesson - even if it made her sad to think that the things she felt for the young man were false. Perhaps the feelings would pass and seek someone else to bother, or they would stay for life. She certainly had no control over it. What? Is it 'bout Cam again? She asked, ears lowering as she frowned. If that was the thing he wanted to talk about, she did not wish to converse with him. She had let it go, and dearly hoped the other two males she had bothered with it had too.