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she deflates at the rejection. at the knowledge:

no covah.

but—his scent is strong, here. closest to callahan's shoulder, where perhaps they had brushed. not just once, but in multiple gatherings. and ravah is no fool, no!

so she slinks off, trust sinking away from her like the collapse of a dam. a flood raging, and the woman's lips curl in bitter agitation. does he lie to her? he must be. you smell. she says. stink, of—... her frustration mounts.

covah. she manages, exasperated. great sky? she questions. big sky. then, there, the dots connect. and she sniffles in the cold weather, paws moving swift through snow as she ushers the man.

take me. she demands. to this sega.