Golden Glade forced into their true shape

She watched him turn to leave, not missing the glint of teeth. She wouldn’t follow, but half expected to happen across the coal-tinted man again. Neutral or bad terms. 

Nether less her tail waved softly, offering him a goodbye and just grinned. She wasn’t one to hold grudges, no matter the pain he’d inflicted of her poor muzzle. As he moved off into the brush, the sat in the same spot. Looking about her form for anything else to interest her, and to make a game from it.

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