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the blonde she-wolf was quick; as if she had read his mind (and perhaps she had -- thorn did not believe she was incapable of anything) she anticipated his movements, endowing upon him the sharp graze of teeth in rebuke.

thorn stumbled, ready to whirl upon her -- only to see her slim figure darting away in sleek escape. a delighted growl rippled through him as he hungrily stalked after her, an instinctive wish to impress her hardening his resolve.

he covered ground and soon flanked her -- midstride the brute brought his blackened head towards her flank in a roving nip, a rippling snarl of play parting from his thick cheeks as he readied for her retaliation.