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Arric grinned and shifted so he could wipe the blood from his face and paws. Stretching out the muscles he had worked. A little tired, but in the best way. A good days work tired. 

Alright. Do you want some help?

HE didn't think that Arlette would mind so much. She would like it he felt that he gave the little shewolf something in return. And he would be sure to tell Akavir how she had helped.