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Cyclone was happy to oblige, and when he nipped at her, she flinched and grinned, but movement caught her eye before she could take another step further. Another wolf approached, and Cyclone shot her potential lover a look of mild disappointment. Not at him, but because their fun was now spoiled. Something told her he didn't want to do this in front of one of his pack mates.

The Blackthorn leaned in close, and in barely a whisper she said, Another time. She smiled at him sweetly, gave one last glance to the other wolf before slipping away. She would be back.