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Foxglove whined softly again when he turned, her tail moving faster. She stretched out one paw to rest against his chest, pale claws tangling delicately in his fur. After a moment she let her paw fall away.

Another whine spilled from her, and she craned her neck to nibble at his foreleg with her front teeth. A bid for attention, for play, for whatever he had to give. Her tail slowed a little against the ground, the only sign that she was nervous.