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The great white wolf was stained in the same areas as she, but his fluffy white coat was smeared in red unlike just the simple "wet" look her body carried. The grin that spread on his face made her chest tighten, causing her to realize her kindness. She just couldn't shake being nice to other wolves, something that seemed to be a huge downfall. Maybe she would need to surround herself with other wolves that had a darker nature and would accept her, unlike the pack that seemed to have large sticks up their asses and took offense at everything. Hawkeye scoffed and shook her enormous head, deciding to try and lighten the mood on the outside of her mind to see if she could make the attitude stretch inward as well.

"You, uh, missed a bit," Hawkeye spoke with a hint of light sarcasm dabbing her voice while nodding her head at the dark crimson blotched on his ivory fur. "I am Hawkeye. Pleased to feed you." She declared, ditching the name of "Vilocity" for solely her nickname, feeling as if it suited her better as well as sounding "tougher."