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She meekly lifted her head, cautiously glancing at the wolf. There was no anger nor disappointment, but surprisingly forgiveness to the mistake. She offered a rather shy smile while nodding along to her unspoken words. The two shyly smiled, it gave the silver dame a rather warm feeling toward the wolf she just met. A certain calmness followed along, letting the usually delicate wolf able to speak more, "do you, come here often?" She questioned.