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anoré breathed in the scent of this strange, fierce woman—of blood, of earth. strange, how the gods had a way of binding wolves together, despite different paths.
she retracted her paw, but she still felt the woman's echoing pulse warm on her flesh. it was too early to confirm sex, but who was she to deny her of her wishes. instead, she offers a smile.
"anoré." she answers, her voice steady but soft.
"and yours?"