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There was a thump within Viola's heart, not one of passion like the reader may want, but an anxiety sore through her very core to the one she did not know. Many times has she tried to connect to the outside world of the strangers, but often would they turn her away. She dare not, to even step near a pack, believing they too, would turn her away from not being of blood.

An excitment that itched behind that anxiety that flew through. She breathed for a moment, needing to take but a second for sound to deliver itself, "Hello there," oh but so casual and sound softing, her heart was like a drum, works lightly thickened by french, "isn't it beautiful?"

Would he run like the rest?