Dance, my little puppets,

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     Her fangs were kept exposed to discourage further conflict, but she made no move to pursue the younger female as she retreated. While Nakki looked ferocious, her aura was far more pleased than anything. Kin, she’d found among the wastes of Moladoin. It was kin she had thought extinct from these pleasant landscapes. She was relieved to know and to have firm proof that there were those with twisted enough souls just waiting to be found. The next questions Nakki sought to answer was if this little lovely treasure would be willing to be worn by Iromar and if she had the strength to not break under the weight that would be hung upon her? Nakki’s snarl faded into a toothless smile when the brindle commented. She chuckled and and shook her pelt.

     “Not all of us. Some are more brutal - they’d probably have sought to kill you as a test. Others are more timid and watch from the shadows until they are convinced of a wolf’s true nature,” Nakki waved her tail and turned back to the water’s edge, gesturing for her new companion to join her.

     “Tu transierunt test, deliciae. Lorem ipsum dolor sit Nakki. Quod tibi nomen est?” “You have passed my test, darling. My name is Nakki. What is your name?” Nakki complimented. There were few wolves who passed tests these days, and if they might have, the lovely Diveen police decided to interfere before the test was complete. Their attitudes spreaded like decease and it seemed any wolf these days would jump at the hero act and risk their own skins to save a stranger. Thus, Nakki exploring new ways of seeing past an exterior and exposing a soul. She was thrilled this way had had such satisfying results.

     She was extremely excited about the younger female! She couldn’t stop her mind from soaring with all the things they could do together. But she knew all her plans were jumping the hog; it was far too soon to be planning mischief. Nakki had only cracked open the shell, as it were, and still had yet to get to know the personality she’d found. As she watied for a response to her invitation of hanging out, she lowered her head to lap up some water before she began to clean the wound on her leg.

Näkki