At the first reply of the she-wolf, Miquel narrowed his soft, but dark grey eyes and stepped forward, widening his stance. He paused for a moment, listening, waiting for the sounds of her footfalls to reach his ears. As soon as they did, he opened his mouth, his tongue lolling out the side, and padded his way towards the direction of the she-wolf. His tail was raised in dominance and his muscular frame still stood tense. Just because he couldn't smell any male wolves along with her at the moment, didn't mean that there weren't any there. "Hello?" The male called out in his deep voice, beckoning for the she-wolf to show herself...
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