12/17/2025, 4:28 PM
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My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
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Eabha watched Valeska study her features, curiously watching and tilting her head. Nose twitching, Eabha dropped her smile slightly, going cross-eyed to try and see what was on her face that Babushka saw.
Is there somethin' on ma face?
She tried to use her tongue, licking at her nose and sides of her muzzle as best as possible; the only thing there was the dirt she had face-planted into. Focusing on Babushka, she noticed she was now propped up, her eyes squinting a little to focus on the bit of Russian she spoke. Trying to figure out what had been said, piecing it together briefly, but didn't speak much on it.
Her eyes fixated on the female before feeling the playful swat. Shaking her head briefly, Eabha jumped to a stand and bowed, tail wagging high above her hips as she stared at Valeska. Yipping a bit when she bolted, running down the hillside, the young female took off instantly. Chasing the older woman down the hill, using her longer legs to eat the distance between them, teeth nipping at air where Valeska's tail flicked at. With each stride, she got closer to clamping her teeth down; she had yet to learn just how strong her own jaws were, she was warned, but had never learned.