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Post by qhostqrowls on Apr 14, 2024 23:30:01 GMT -6
“I am sure. What could you desire that is so special?” Siofra skirted around the question with a derisive snort. She could feel the steady trickle of blood down her haunch, the pain of the embedded bullet with every stride, and flattened her ears in irritation, drawing her lips back from sharp teeth.
Her ill-mood was softened by thoughts of tearing the one who had shot her apart, and when Angel asked for her name her mood slipped back into flattered haughtiness.
“Siofra.” She said proudly, her accent thickening.
She galloped up the steep incline, a lather building slowly on her coat.
“Why are you being hunted?” She asked, sensing the chance for good gossip. “And by a dog-woman of all creatures.”
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