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She nodded, a slow, shy nod that expressed her gratitude for Kitsch offer. Anything that wasn't rotten or in the process would be a feast that Prialux would thanks for the rest of her days, and fresh food from a willing pack's caches were a perfect picture. There were simply no words that Prialux could have uttered to express her feelings, her tranquility for having been found by such a kind angel, and from that moment forward she would hold a special place in her hears.

Prialux... she utters, making an effort to sit up and catch a gentle glimpse of Kitsch's bright, sapphire eyes. Thank you, she whispers, and lays her head on the angel's chest for a few seconds. That was all she could say, and never would it be enough. She was in no condition to hunt for herself any longer nor would she be for days, but she had taken the risk of trusting a stranger with eyes closed. What else was there to do?

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