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men; so cloying and needy. thus far no one had continued to follow mireille; this interaction stirred up a bad humour in her and now she did whirl upon him with a sheen of her fangs.
the obsidian growled, tail lashing as her ears splayed; he had made himself unwelcome with this persistence. did he not understand that this was how things must be? her advance was slow enough for the man to shout what he wanted, but her jaws promised a pinch if he allowed mireille to close their space.