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He didn't flash his teeth, or get possessive like the men she'd seen in recent weeks.
His response was friendly, if a bit guarded. She wondered why; but when he asked his question Sanja was immediately enamored — happy enough to talk about her home.
Kvarsheim, she says with a boastful tone, and turns to motion with her nose, back the way she'd come. Her tail swayed eagerly, herself oblivious to the scent she carried. It had become so diluted to her own nose (maybe because she had become nose-blind to it) that Sanja didn't consider how her presence might bother the man.
He hadn't left yet, so that was a good sign. A part of her — desperately lonely, and hungry, somehow at the same time — did not want him to.
It is heim to me, to -- Sanja, me. She motioned with a dip of her chin to herself, a bit bashful for her verbal stumbling.