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Standing nearby was a white wolf with a black stripe going down his spine and orange eyes. "No sir. Not because of you." She said quietly. Onyx was a little afraid of him, in fact, he didn't smell like Stavanger Bay, but he wasn't threatning her. "Hi, I'm Onyx. What is your name?" She said with a small smile and a friendly wag of her tail. She had been nice to that Kierkegaard even though he'd scared her, but he hadn't been that bad at all. He'd been nice to her. Although it was true that Onyx was usually scared of all men that she came across at first.