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Totally short, but sliding this in for continuation

She gazed at the Circe, something seemed off, nearly too-sweet. She disregarded the thought within seconds, nodding as she recited her talents. The obsidian wolf seemed skilled, at the very least. She started to take a liking to her, before backtracking with her next words. She nearly bristled at the fae's last word, and stood nearer to Gwen in a protective way. It was disrespectful for another wolf to not address Gwen as Empress. She looked to her Alpha to see what she thought of the femme.