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With what? Nivis glanced with his eyebrows raised. A spark of curiosity however hit him in the nose and so he laid down and crossed his front legs, tilting his head to the side. Then it clicked. Oh, La Muerte… interesting name, she chose. What a good girl. He hummed but not losing his focus from Klara.

Shaking with excitement, he blinked and inhaled more of Reyna’s scent from the grey coat. It was intense; Reyna knew who to choose. She really did go on a rampagne with the pack card game of hers and that was funnily enough something Nivis wanted to know more of. Let me reciprocate. Why do you smell like my wife, pretty?