Dance, my little puppets,

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     Her skin and fur curled at the sensation and recognition of Enderly, who she sincerely wished in that moment to curl around and place a hot lick on the back of his neck. However, the pleasure passed quickly when she watched his head dip towards her piglet. She bared her teeth in warning at him, but relaxed when he moved away. Her head dipped, and turned to the side as she regarded his interaction with the little Angel female how was looking for recruits for her family’s hideous regime.

     She snapped her jaws, whether at him, or in amusement, it was hard to tell. Her head returned to its normal posture and she shifted her weight away to one side. She casted a wide grin at Enderly’s gibe. He was a tasty little morsel – or so she imagined. Unfortunately, she hadn’t had a taste of his blood. While she might have responded, she allowed others to do the work for her. Candyman was so gracious as to speak up next. Her ears perked forwards at his aloud theatre of play with words. Perhaps he should be a playwright and entertain her with clever riddles or tug at her heart with tales of tragedy. However, she found herself wondering if he was actually asking if she were a cannibal or not. He asked it so… joyously. Clearly, he didn’t think it possible?

     Nakki nodded and answered, “One might be malicious to an outside eye looking in.”

     She raised her eyebrows playfully, taking in stride this “one” speak. Maybe it was her knew nick name. Nakki’s ears twitched at the idea Candyman then gave her when he so happily inquired about Diveen. Well… here was an intriguing idea.

     “You might also consider visiting my pack in Iromar. They are currently in a state of recruitment. Since apparently, Diveen is as well, you might consider visiting the both of them and then decide if either of them is the pack for you?”

     Nakki paused and cast an inquiring look to Ambrosia, “I know I would very much like to visit Diveen. Might I accompany you back there?”

Näkki