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Recluse hardly chaffed under his own gaze, pleased to see he was more than willing to meet her challenge. His question making a laugh rise from her chest, a foreleg lifting and she covered her mouth with her wrist as she allowed herself a bit of a giggle. "Well it certainly helps." Each word was carefully chosen, a deliberateness to each intonation and she allowed her gaze to wander again before snapping to meet his. "Why? Are you the jealous type?" She observed him carefully with a half lidded gaze, before settling herself down on her haunches, tail curling to neatly cover her toes.

"But you haven't answered my question, I assume the young heir isn't knocking on my door for a simple friendly visit." Not that she would mind if he was, but in her run-ins with the Warlord's family it had struck her that they weren't exactly the most social of wolves... Well except maybe his pretty wife, and she did suppose her aunt had managed to romance the taciturn man... Probably more than she ought to have.

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