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The goddess' eyes narrowed at the stray dog, but not in a suspicious way. She analyzed the dog the same way one analyzed a powerful untamed horse. Something wonderful and free, stronger than just the legs it stood on or the muscles that powered them. Yet this dog was no muscle, skin and bone more like. Branwen's gaze softened into milk, if not for the shiny green of her eye and smokiness of their lids.
The dog's words ignited even the lazy goddess' heart. Branwen recalled her first marriage in those fleeting seconds. She, too, would have no master again, no free being was deserving of being enslaved. Especially not her. She was coy, yet, and did not so clearly state her kinship to the dog. Instead, she chose to play along carefully.
Bein' free ner meant bein' loveless.The massive she-wolf's voice purred in her chest, low and sultry like boiled cream.
Or erye owned to yourself as weel?She questioned, hoping to ignite a reaction.