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"No worries, love." Their accented tone would tell Sota the honorific was cultural, not a flirt. Bex shrugged a bit, settling down near the smaller man but also giving him space. They didn't exactly try to be a bitch all the time. Sometimes, the situation called for it. Sometimes, they couldn't turn off the sass. This was not a time to be joking about the weather or shelter or what have you. Though they could not help the amused grin at the other's words.

"Bexley" They gave Sota, lowering their head to their paws "ah, well, lucky for you... There are worse smelling wolves in the world than I" They huffed in good humor "if I start to stink, do tell me? I'll just run into the rain" And try not to be swept into the river! Rain aside, lightning could hit. Thunder. Fire. Drowning in the waves or burning alive? They'd take their chances fighting the current "I prefer not to, though." They added with a chuckle.

Their distinctive smell was pleasant, they thought. If Sota had a problem with it, he could stuff himself into a bee hive. A bolt struck the dark sky suddenly but Bex did not flinch. They stared, unimpressed, at the world above. Seemingly unperturbed. "Does it always get like this in spring?" They asked, turning their pale eyes to Sota with curiosity. Some others had mentioned tornado season, and they did not... Really want to settle here if it was always going to be like this!

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