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ooc: OK already! You don't have to enjoy this quite so much. *LOL*
He can feel her laughter building within her even as she tries not to display her amusement. Such a curious position in which to find himself – between her restrained laughter and this young wolf’s shy curiosity. He turns to KayLisa and finds himself unable to resist provoking the laughter within her. “I thought the older sister was supposed to keep the younger sister away from the dangerous influence,” he says softly into her ear as he turns her face to ward him. As the laughter begins, he touches the clasp on his cloak drawing the stormy curtain once again over his mind. He smiles and stands apart from her ignoring the other wolves and looking at this one that has given him a name – Stands with flame [what Cyril understood]. “Sehf’rus,” he says quietly and nods his invitation to approach.
[ 03-09-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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