Which is the Voice that I was Meant to Hear?

The seas wine red; This is the death of beauty

this is the time and this is the place to be alive

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Champion chuckled sweetly as the male's reaction came out - surprised and happy to the point of explosive - or at least as near there as Vio got. She couldn't help but to let her mirth bubble out. His happiness was so infectious.

At the sudden press of his nose to hers, she stiffened back slightly, surprised, making it look like he'd bumped her a little too hard. But the expression of amused surprise that he had stamped on her features, gradually unfolded into a bright little wolf's grin. Well, perhaps 'little' wasn't the right word. Her big lug of a tail even started to wag back and forth. It was... nice. It wasn't like the sudden burst of sparks that Champion had gotten from the pale stranger on the beach side; This was more of a slowly spreading coziness. But it was warmth all the same - only this one didn't make her brain go haywire. She liked it better. And mentally she noted that she ought to stop comparing males to eachother.

"Hopefully the path leads to something wonderful."

Champion was still smiling, but her great golden shoulders rolled with a shrug. "Honestly," she murmured with a heaving exhale that pressed her chest against the cool earth. "-I could care less about the destination, I just care about the journey." She lowered her head, resting her chin against her forelegs. "And I think I could get used to not having to go it alone." Especially with company like his.

--EXIT/END--

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