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she shifted as he lowered himself to her level, eyes wandering from his face to her paw when he finally spoke again. the wound was mostly clotted now, but still raw and aching against the chill of winter. "i'll be fine," she murmured in return, yet didn't aim to stand on it just yet.

she glanced back at him, quiet, thoughtful. "so," she began, almost amused, "are you always this determined to stay close?" it was a playful bout to the overarching question on if he intended to keep following after her.

she had decided she preferred him close — or at least close enough that they could both make good use of each other.