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her tail flicked catlike as the source of her peace's disturbance came into view: svalinn. mireille had not been unaware that her sister's season had arrived, and noticed that chacal did not seek far from their shores at all.
she eyed the strength in his shoulders and the pride in his pretty face. yes. the children he gave her sister would be lovely. crossing her forelegs at the wrist, she sniffed delicately at his impressive catch and favoured the man with an arch of her brow. "i would say de same, mighty hunter," and though mireille might have teased, her voice gave evidence of her approval in his hard work.