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

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There was something like trepidation and worry in the ruby-eyed wolf's gaze and voice that made Chacal wonder if she'd done something wrong. It was easy enough to see that Grimnismal had no tail- though Chacal didn't possess the words to ask her how it had happened. When she noticed the worry in those ruby eyes, and the moist trails from tears upon her soft cheeks, Chacal immediately recalled a trick she'd often used to bring a smile to her mothers' lips.

She huffed, and began to circle, perhaps carefully at first, but after making sure she had good footing, she curved her spine and really leaned into her movements, and began spinning faster and faster until she reached out and with a click of her teeth, caught the end of her tail. She staggered to a standstill again, her eyes roving this way and that as she tried to shake the dizziness from her mind without letting go of her tail. Once the world had stopped spinning, she teetered around just enough so she could see Grimnismal's face over the curve of her own rump, and raised her eyebrows. If she hadn't been holding onto her tail so tightly, she would've been waving it, to try and encourage a smile from her packmate with her antics.