The Sunspire boy peeling a fruit

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His name had a curious cadence to it, as it probably derived from a language she had no knowledge of, and she noted it as he spoke on about his willingness. She would be eager to see if he would hold to it.

I am Ame, she quipped. Then, she moved in closer to him. And, the Sunspire, she was sure to add, with a upward jerk of her muzzle. Both important introductions that would do him good. Learning the rest of it was up to him. Then show me, the dark alpha imparted, then aimed to nose into his short, russet fur on his neck -- the first bit of his acceptance here, to mark him as good on her watch. She wondered, briefly, what sort of reaction the rest of the Sunspire would have to him, but let it go as she turned away to make her way back up the mountainside with or without him.

i want to bleed in the 「r a i n」

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