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Are you Fox's sister? The big hunk of gunmetal-grey suddenly said, when getting a good view of her charming side; being recognized was like a breath of fresh air after spending too long in a locker room - more than refreshing, it was invigorating, and the recognition went straight to her head. Her ego was bolstered, and Dove's posture adjusted accordingly, with a subtle raise of her head and a big more swag to her step. But before she could confirm, the other wolf suddenly made an obtuse remark which made her deflate a little.

Excuse me? The cheer drained from Dove's features, becoming hard and sharp, just like her dear sister. It was rude of the other woman to make such a presumptuous statement - especially in the company of a fine young man as... Whoever this was. A derisive snort burst from Dove in the next moment. You aren't too spiffy yourself, toots, but I'm not complaining. Now which one of you called me? She looked from the stupid girl to the pleasantly appealing male, and as he eyes slid across him a smile rooted itself upon her dainty face. I am indeed Fox's sister, Dove. And you are?