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it seemed his chuff had caught the cloud-hued wolfess' attention, for her startling gaze turned upwards; even from such a distance, the green of her gaze was as lancing as the sharp edge of an emerald. thorn's tail momentarily stayed in its motions, for it had been some time since he had come across a wolf so exquisitely daunting.

he was not stilled for long; gathering his limbs under him, he jumped downwards and made his way towards her. stigmata's scent wafted easily from her pelt, assuring him of her business here -- nosing along her fur (if he was allowed), the beast's tail arced every so slightly upwards -- a sign the jaunty brute had spent too much time alongside the imperious stigmata.