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His smile grew some more at her words, and he patted the spot beside him, raising his left wing as he offered her a spot at his side if she wished to sit. “Oh,” he said, as she further expanded on her checkup and realising sitting side by side wasn’t going to get anything done. So he rolled onto his paws and climbed to his feet. Walking further out of the den to give her room to work. He wondered if this was going to be a similar experience to when she had placed the leg support on him.

“Go ahead, and let me know how you need me to stand,/b] he said, wiggling his wings as he wondered which way he held them would bring them out of her way. [b] “Now’s fine. How many wolves have you gone through so far?” he wondered. “If anyone gives you grief over it, you can bring it to me. Okay?” he would protect her from anyone who took offence to it.


"Mortis Fatalis"