Cricket Creek Bog Southern Tide

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The oddly mismatched ears pricked and the chuff was returned, both actions leading Desi to believe that she was under no threat from the stranger. A sweet smile appeared upon the blue-eyed female's lips, her tail, while lowered to show neutrality, beginning to sway. Pleased by the returned cordiality, Desi chose to greet the unknown woman. She had not spoken with a stranger in quite some time, but there was always interest to be found in meeting someone new.

Her decision made, Desi approached, leaving a respectful distance between them. Hello, she spoke softly, her smile remaining carved across her maw. I am Desi. 

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