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iliksis took that brief moment, in which niamh looked back on her progress, to study her more fully. he considered the soft creaminess of her subdued-brass pelt a rarity; he had not seen such a blonde vision in the wilds, and immediately the man was conspiring ways in which he might feel the soft plush of her golden fur against his cheek and stomach.

he dropped his thin snout and roused the dirt between his paws. "hunting?" he could not hide the sheen of cruel delight to hear such a word. he scraped the earth between his claws and looked at her with newfound interest. "show me her scent."