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Lycaon swayed, defending himself against her verbal attack on his manhood by barking a reminder that his crotch was, matter-of-fact, a gift. The golden wolfess huffed in response to him, feigning disagreement, and briefly considered including that she'd had better. She figured that would have been a lie too far, as she considered the strong possibility that the recent development of their friendship might lead him to look upon her with more sensitivity. It was fun to tease him, but the last thing she wanted was to hurt him by tricking him into believing she'd been whoring herself out to other males.

He asked her what type of fish, and Nyx wrinkled her nose. "From the sea," she offered, "but they all look the same to me." She laughed at this. For a wolf who lived on the coast, she knew she little about what dwelled within the sea. Shrugging, the agouti rolled a shoulder and pulled herself gingerly onto her paws - stumbling a little as her head began to swim with dizziness. "Lying down like a good idea. Lead the way?"