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Ooc — Natalie
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She'd been so focused on the tiny little croaker, the sudden greeting nearly made her leap into the air. Instead with fur bristling in surprise and suspicion Kipling gazed wide-eyed at the stranger, running her eyes over the dark form of her pelt and briefly pausing to catch the dark blue of her eyes before sliding her own eyes elsewhere. No need to heat things up. A second later she realized this was all pretty innocent and her instincts where being too dramatic.
Hey.
She replied casually, fixing her posture to address the other she-wolf. Containing herself enough to stand still instead of twiddling in place, she paused unsure what more to say. She assumed if there was more to it then the wolf would come right out with a question or something?
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