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silvertongue failed her attack but not her gambit. pinned beneath the strength of the darkfurred wolf, her eyes glinted daringly up at him. akavir, she felt, would expect a seduction. and so she would not give it. she would meet him instead in challenge, thrusting her heels up like a silken rabbit, seeking to kick him, to push his weight up as far as she could. her forelegs sought to encircle his muscular shoulders, the ivylike parody of a lover's embrace.