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Each step Azoula took was predatory; the rolling of her shoulders exaggerated, while those rounded, saucer-like ears stood at attention, honing in at every subtle change in Mila’s exterior. Apprehension overpowered her expression, feeding into Azoula’s lust for power over the canine. Mmmm, it was a bittersweet moment. Mila would come to learn Azoula’s true nature, and the depravity that festered in the shadows of her mind.

But this was merely the calm before the storm; a palpable atmosphere of unease, apprehension, and fear building between them, as Azoula closed in. She would stop once she is a tail’s length from the girl; her massive body looming over her like a shadow- possessive and domineering. “You think so?”  She echos Mila’s words, lips curling into a tighter sneer that conveys her contempt. “Correct- you’ll serve the pack in any way that you can.” There is a minacious undercurrent to her words as she confirms Mila’s statement,  feeding into the doubt that’s flickering in her eyes. “But I’ve brought you here for a specific purpose.” The tip of her tail is writhing back and forth, giving insight into the sinister ploys swarming in her mind. “You’ve been with a male, yes?” She wastes no time beating around the subject; she needs to know if Mila knows how to satisfy the depravities of the Saxe males. Hell, maybe the Saxe females too.  

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