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must've been a wicked boy, to leave so pronounced a mark. bijou's gums curled in the briefest of smiles.

"you must have been a boy yourself." the seafarer remarked, wondering what it was that possessed him (and other beasts of this beach) to allow wolves so close. kiss or kill distance was called so for a reason, and bijou never allowed herself to fall into a position where she was forced to fight for her right to breathe. "how did you end it?"