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Genie found herself suddenly grateful by Chusi's lack of comment on her awkwardness and the way she stumbled over her words. Having someone laugh at her would only further increase her embarrassment and lower her self-esteem and that wasn't something she needed. Most of the wolves she'd met in these Wilds, particularly Rannoch, Remi and Chusi were really good to her. It was nice that she'd found someone like the charcoal yearling in this strange new place, who was bright and talkative and loud but bore a soft, kind heart of gold as well.. 

No. No. Don't go there.

But of course, Genie's mind had already gone there. Still, she composed herself surprisingly easily — perhaps it was because the sudden barrage of emotions came not from Chusi, but from her own thoughts — and offered Chusi one of her rare sweet smiles. Hesitantly, the girl lay down beside the yearling, a little stiff and a little awkward at first. It had been quite sometime since she slept next to another and it would be an understatement to say she wasn't used to it.

But Genie was strong, and so she forced herself to relax. Forced her muscles to unclench and her whole body to fall limp against Chusi's side. It took some minutes, but soon she found herself actually relaxing, a content sigh slipping from between her lips and subconsciously,  she moved a little closer to the other girl. "Thanks," she mumbled sweetly, a little shy and a little embarrassed still, but grateful nonetheless.