[ The snarl stops him in his tracks, scrambling back out of her reach. His ears lower to his head, tail tucked between his legs. It's enough to keep him in place, though the look in his eye is wary.
He can feel his heart beating harshly against his ribs. He can't really parse together why the snarl has him worked up so badly.. ]
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He can feel his heart beating harshly against his ribs. He can't really parse together why the snarl has him worked up so badly.. ]