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“Are you… okay?”

Rex lifted his head, and turned towards the voice. His orange eyes were owlish. It was as if he’d been caught red-handed shoplifting. A baby crime for a baby temperament. No crime to be seen, however, unless Rex desired to charge himself and the offending leg that tripped him.

Owlish eyes flickered into a sensible look. His head ducked with a chuckle of embarrassment. I’m fine! Just fine… He peaked towards her, catching the girth of her stomach and the maternal shine she held. The black wolf flexed his left leg. A sudden dramatics played out in which he leaned forward and quickly snapped his leg back up with a whine; Ow.