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her squeals caused his hackles to raise and limbs to stiffen; as she pulled away he was suddenly aware of something else stiffening -- her instinctive reaction had roused his own instincts, and he watched her hungrily as she strode away.

she repeated that word; murgash inwardly inspected it. it was meaningless. a sound empty of importance or conveyance. her burning glare, however fleet, lanced him with what he perceived as sultry invitation -- and suddenly he was propelled into action.

besides, it never hurt to let a woman walk away -- that way, you got to see the whole package in motion. he savored it for a moment, trailing his eyes from her rump down to her slender hocks. "'ey! where going?" he called after her, pursuing her at a slow pace. he wanted to run, he wanted to chase her -- but he quelled these instincts in favor of playing coy.