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In answer, Grayday bowed, slapping the ground with his large forepaws. A jolt of pain went through his injury, but he ignored it.

"I don't cuddle," Grayday lied. He most certainly did cuddle. Often, and with relish. But it seemed like the right thing to say, and the male punctuated it with a growl that danced the edge of playful and menacing.