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she seemed defensive but not... unwilling to let him near. he kept his distance, not really noting the other signs of her... we'll call it stress. protectiveness, but maybe stress. he laid his head back down to the floor, tail still swishing, still watching treason carefully and sometimes glancing down to look at the three little pups at her side. i brought food, terance said, once he looked back up at her, i can burry it outside for later if you want to get some rest. rest seemed important right now, treason seemed only general here right now. she was here in her most primal form, but she could definitely stand some sleep. he could only imagine how exhausted she was. 

you did a good job, he murmured through a warm smile.