Drunk spelled backwards is Knurd

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His response came quickly, all at once a flurry of motion that wheeled to meet her. She leaned back to take it in and slicked back her ears with a look of confusion as she met his wild eyes briefly. I did not mean to spook you, she offered in return while he seemed to gather himself. She stayed put, seemingly unfettered to wait for him to find his composure.

Her ears pricked back towards him, a dash surprised to hear him, their alpha, asking to stay with her. It was not.. an adverse feeling, and she had dozed with him on a small handful of occasions before, so she nodded first. A rough day? she then inquired with a subtle tilt of her head. While she was flattered he wanted her company, she couldn't resist trying to understand this better first. Did something happen..? Instinctively her eyes narrowed and skimmed over the lines of his form, looking for blemishes that may answer this for her; what she didn't know was that it was not that sort of issue that troubled him -- and he certainly did seem troubled.