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She turned, and he was hopeful for less than a breath, until he saw the sneer on her face. Those fangs which had been gentle and trustworthy earlier were now shown in a warning- one he answered with a bowing of his posture, an attempt to appease her as she advanced. His tail waved furtively between his hind legs, and he averted his gaze, flicking his tongue over his lips to show that he accepted her dominance. 

"If I'm never going to see you again-" He said, as she had made it clear that there would be no more from him. "Just....Let me look at you, one last time." He beseeched. A simple request, that he hoped she might endure.