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"i know," mireille teased with a sultry look; she let her lips feather across his muzzle and then she was pulling away, setting her boundary in silent iron around herself as she finally stood to her feet.
the other man, catamaran, he had given his name. would this man? mireille knew that these moments were quite important in departure; before she had driven them off. a smile was upon her face, but she did not wait before she was turning, aiming for a wolf's-trot that would hold off further sentiment, she hoped!