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Hound’s too spent from the fight to do much else but catch breath. He lengthens each of his arms over her’s, panting, occasionally relieving his blood-laden jowls with a skim of tongue.

Subsequent struggles enliven another drumming challenge within him. He gets a closer look at his conquest and meets her death glare with stone-faced cool.

Wouldn’t offer him her belly willingly.
Doesn't matter.
Niño's a persuasive man.