Seaside Moors You laugh and smile at me but you don't see a thing,

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For some reason, though the wolf's fur was soft and comforting, the muscles and posturing beneath was firm, pulled tight by surprise and a lack of familiarity. They'd both stumbled sideways when Chacal had come into contact with her, but it hadn't stopped her from neeing to press her face into the pale fur of her flank, where her dark cape trailed off. She was a flighty child, easy to scare, but also easy to reassure, and when she was spoken to, Chacal pulled back slightly, and first, sent a look up to the sky. She'd thought that the blue jay had been a hawk- but she'd been wrong. Either way- it was gone, now, and she felt close enough to the female that she'd be safe if it did come back. She also failed to realize that she was far too large for a hawk or even an eagle to carry off- but birds, for some reason, frightened her.

Her packmate was stunning- with such contrast between the dark and light hues of her pelt, and the ruby red of her eyes, so when Chacal's worried gaze fell back to her, her expression lightened considerably with curiosity. She took a step back and it was only then that she noticed something that struck her as being so unusual, that it sucked the breath out of her- this wolf had no tail! Flabbergasted, her stark gaze swept from the female's hind end and to her face, as though to see if she was at all concerned with the fact that she had no tail- surely she was aware, wasn't she? Or was she simply hiding it? Concerned, she leaned forward, nose-first so she could get a better read of the female's scent, noticing then that there was something earthy about her- which reminded Chacal of the way that flowers smelled in the sun.