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She has heard from the local villagers that a large pack of wolves has been hanging around the area. She has decided to track them down to thin the numbers and encourage the rest to move elsewhere.
She keeps a number of eyes and ears out. One can hardly have too many of those in the wilds.
He snuggles, and slowly the tremors subside back into the low, vibrating purr.
He'll wake abruptly when she moves to disengage, and retreat to the bedframe again, with a quite apologetic sound.
She goes and comes back in a few minutes with the usual varied assortment of food.
Careful, surreptitious eating, but done from being perched on Zarân's shoulder this time.
Then Zarân will having a purring tentacleball snuggling against her neck (occasionally making a quiet, but definitely happy, squeak).
Pets.
"I have a nice little cottage a day or so's travel from here. That's where I usually stay. You'll like it. There's goats."
He stills briefly, clearly confused, before resume purring. "Don't take up much space," he promises.
"It's true you don't, but space is not that much of a concern. Really it's a little empty with just one person."
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