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The she-wolf seemed pleased by Masquerade’s efforts, even if they hadn’t resulted in success. Her tail wagged a bit harder as she watched the woman slide forward into an unmistakable play bow.

She hesitated, though only for a moment. She turned and trotted over to the Blod, pausing about six feet away before mirroring the posture. Masque thumped her little forepaws, shifting a little before mustering up the courage to dive forward, nipping in the direction of those white toes.

Whether or not she connected, she promptly turned and fled, tail tucked between her legs. But when she glanced over her shoulder to see if the white she-wolf was giving chase, she was all smiles.

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