loaded gun complex [argus]

A soft, feminine voice, up ahead. "Hello." Frowning, the willowy titan padded onward. The scents were still strange and jumbled, like there was something else afoot here. The drying grasses made sh, sh, sh, sounds beneath her broad paws. Following in her mother's typical prowl, she held her head low between her shoulders to investigate. Pale auds shoved forward, the young wolf caught sight of something strange up ahead. A very, very small wolf. Did wolves actually come in that size? No, that had to be a fox. The pop of colour atop their skull bade her pause.

Next, mismatched eyes fell to the strange creature at the wolf's side. Was this like Jupiter's friend Amadeus, who he'd told her about? Or perhaps it was a set of spirits, here to test her. Brow quirked, the champagne wolf lifted her head to peer at the stranger from a new angle. "Вы дух?" She questioned, simply being safe at this point. Every time she made an assumption it had been wrong. This time, asking seemed the best course of action.

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