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The tamber of sarcasm in her voice stretched out as she spoke. Maybe I can feed you again sometime. Dovev forced the well of his temper back down his thoat as muscles twitched down his forelimbs. His neck slowly pivoted on his spine as his skull twisted to the left, glacial-blue coronas with dilated pupils focusing directly onto her face. Although Hawkeye's comment was not an aggressive one, the words took on a patronizing quality. And the snowy male was not appreciative. But the flash of anger that briefly coated his face froze over, and an icy plane of calm took its place. Dovev straightened up, tendons relaxing and giving his large frame a sinuous look. With a nod, the beast turned. Have a good evening, Hawkeye.
The arctic creature's legs began to extend and his movements began again, a quick trot towards the forest. Even though his coat was one of more obvious hues, the male seemed to shrink into the arms of the trees. His shadow swept behind him, mirroring his movements before it too, melted from sight.