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ketzia accepted -- or perhaps, tolerated -- his advances. thorn caught the curl of her gums and his ears swung forward in response, but the brushing of her muzzle against his cheek quietened any reaction he might have had. already the slender she-wolf had meted out distance between them, leaving thorn wanting for the closure of their two bodies kept close.

he remained stiil, his eyes communicating his restraint -- she was testing him, and it was the sway of her tail that gave away her game.

he lunged abruptly towards her, a nip aimed for a slim leg before powering by her form in an effort that send snow scattering out behind him.