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Grackle took a slight step back, her tall figure moving with the fluidity of a dancer in the secluded grove. A new wave of heat rose from her ears to trickle down her face. If Coraline were to draw any closer, she would be sure to hear the heartbeat that could have easily been mistaken for the scampering of the rabbit they had pursued just moments ago.

The woman's presence felt like a cool breeze, carrying scents of salt and seafoam, ruffling the dark fur, and promising something Grackle didn't quite understand. She took in the stranger's features, her mind still wrestling with the concept of a women's pack. She was in unknown territory, both literally and figuratively, and there was a new path unraveling before her, one she had previously been blind to.

Perhaps... I could. She replied, pushing past the tightness that constricted her throat, her vision locked to powder irises.