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*Motif* · 07-09-2020, 04:49 PM

The strangers eyes fell upon her, and Motif’s indecision grew. She didn’t want to be a wolf that turned tail and ran. She wasn’t a coward. She wasn’t. She was more than what Valkyrie had made her. It rooted her in spot, that uncertainty, and then the chance was lost to her. The stranger was too close, and turning now would give too much of an opening. She would have to stand her ground, threat or friend.

Her breathing was still quick, shallow breaths. When the stranger called out a hello, Motif flinched. The wolf sounded friendly, and well-meaning, but then… so had Valkyrie, before she had ruined Motif’s world.

She couldn’t just stand here and do nothing, she had to speak, to rise above the churning, sick feeling in her gut. “Oh… H-hello” she said. “I’m f-from the East, b-but I could probably direct you?” she offered, making no motion to move closer to the girl. Her unnaturally long tail wound about her paws in a nervous gesture.

"Motif"

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