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Ooc — Natalie
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Haha, tbh just because I was talking about the new game coming out soon when I was writing the first post. My titles don't always sync up with subject of the thread. *Shrug* ^^;
So she spoke after all! Taken back at the new development, Kipling briefly wondered why she hadn't said anything before but her attention was quickly diverted to targeted herd. I'm not sure about this plan. That was a lot of pressure, and what if she fucked it up? There were about a dozen different ways that this could go wrong, and several of them involved getting a hoof lodged inside of her. She wished she wasn't so concerned about what the she-wolf thought her of, otherwise she would have had the willpower to reject the request.
She reassured herself that this wasn't her first hunt involving big game, and that she was capable of pulling this off. So Kipling forced herself to nod enthusiastically, bowing herself low and tensing herself to spring. Throat dry with anticipation, her breathes came in shallow sips between her teeth.
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