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He withheld a sigh at the she-wolf, gaze roaming her and considering. He was used to the coy woman in heat—alluring, playful and demanding.

Ibis, honestly.

Jakoul in the moment was uncertain and timid. And so the man swept forward, more a surge of protectiveness for his pack mate than anything, wondering if this nature had been forced upon her in the past but never once asking. He rumbled lowly, muzzle bending down to preen at the top of her head should she allow it, and tipping his muzzle back, he did what he felt the most necessary: he crooned out a low howl, summing @Lestan to him, should the man be about.