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mercianne

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She laughed as she ran, the sound joyful and light. It was not often that the timid little white wolf felt so free and playful, so rare that she should indulge in any sort of game whatsoever. These moments that she could steal away and play with Toprak were precious to her, made her feel, for once, normal. This is what the others did. This was how they played, how they engaged each other for fun. And she was finally getting the hang of it. As Mercianne laughed and raced after Toprak, bounding through the snow, she forgot about her worries, about her responsibilities, and happily gave into the moment.

The course she cut across the snow drew the small white male even closer, and she turned a little more sharply, doing her best to get herself in a position to catch him. She had thought to have an advantage at last when he turned, his change of direction so sharp and sudden that he now ran directly at her, determined, it seemed, to barrel her over. Merci's step faltered, slowed, her smile slipping. Was this still part of the game? The male grinned, a good sign, she supposed, that he still played, but not wishing to be ran into, Mercianne drew up to a hasty stop as the other neared, even tensing and backing up a small step as it seemed the other had no intention of stopping.