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I'll think about it :)

A thought planted itself in the yearling head, she cursed the moment she had decided to approach the scarred female in the first place, she should've kept running, then she would've never gotten involved in such depressing conversation.

But she had felt bad, what impression would she leave if she just ignored every other indvidual that crossed her path? An antisocial member wasn't something pack's benefitted on.

"Very" she agreed with a flat tone, while she turned to leave the marred female behind. Cara gave a final woof as goodbye and ran off, bucking and kicking like a mad bull that has seen red.