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Oh, no, no, no, little lamb, Forrest cooed as she continued to close in, though with a bit more haste. Her own ears fell back while her height decreased to mimic the other's submission. There was a certain fragility to the situation that Forrest dare not test for fear of scaring her red angel away. It's okay. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the raspy bass that it carried ensured it was heard.