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“I live in the West little flower.” He purred. “In a pack named Ashen that has recently been formed.” He explained, tucking into his meat with a low growl, his tail wagging slightly as he chewed at the sweetbreads within the duck’s lower body.

“What of yourself sweet girl?” He asked. “You don’t smell of pack.” He hummed pleasantly, eyeing her carefully with intent eyes as she ate her own meal. He thought of the children their coupling would produce an grinned into the red meat of his meal. Violet marked black beasts with sharp fangs and keen eyes that would hunt and fight with all the warrior spirit of the Kleins.

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