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Hey, this was fun. It was fun to get down and dirty. Like a crazy, lean-mean-digging-machine Spectra dug on and on. Seconds passed, minutes passed and it appeared as though her energy knew no boundaries. Of course that wasn't quite true, her energy limits were about average and soon she began to pant lightly. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth to release all the sweat but secretly she didn't want to show that fatigue was hitting her like a hammer.

Fierce, and more determined than she could actually take on; she dug deeper and deeper. Her own sense of style and fashion for a house was rather disappointing though; at best and at worst she was very good at making a mess off things. Underneath all her eagerness, her ears twisted when 'Sop spoke. She only registered the word "break" and nodded momentarily. It was alright for her to take a break, since she felt all the muscles in her body, when he did.

With a sigh of relief, the now down 'n dirty Stavanger Bay wolf flopped onto her belly with a satisfied smug on her face. "Do you like it so far? Is this your style?" The midnight-painted female wondered out loud.