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Bjomolf tilted his head a little, looking down at her head now positioned close to his front leg. He saw the femme was shivering now that the strong gust of wind had passed, her thin fur obviously not protecting her against the elements. At least they were mostly sheltered beneath Staircase Falls, for if they’d been somewhere such as Misty Mountain at this time of year she’d probably freeze. It was cold up there, even for him. He felt the urge to shift, providing her with the heat within his mass of fur, yet resisted it; it was an act of companionship, and he was not comfortable with getting so close to somebody he barely knew.
"Relax?" he chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "If I relaxed then somebody would find it very easy to attack me." He yawned, beginning to feel tired after the day, and laid his head down, almost between his paws but slightly off to the side so that he was looking into the cave at Trace.
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||Bjomolf|| ||No Mate|| ||No Pack||
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