Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 11

The foxwolf leaned forward over the table, paws entwined, brushy tail curled around the leg of his chair.

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Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 18

The foxwolf's heart leapt. he tilted his head one way, frowned, tilted it the other, then looked from his mother, to lura, then back to his mother, and only _then_ recognized the look shared between them.

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Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 15

The foxwolf leaned in towards him, one paw pressing into the mattress, the other seizing the collar of his shirt. “it’s your turn again.

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Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 12

The foxwolf blinked, tilted his head, wet his lips. _so what am i going to do about it, then? how will i resolve this?_

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Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 13

The foxwolf glanced away, down towards the flickering lights of the city spread out below them. “well, he… has agreed to write my mother, to try to get the marriage called off."

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Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 16

The foxwolf returned his gaze to him. “_four_ of you.” nerves shot through the foxwolf. he crouched down to put himself level with the feline. “is there a problem with that?” “no. no, no, i… apologize if it sounded like that.

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Knowing: Origin [Trade]

"oh my god..." muttered the foxwolf, his thumb hovering over the _record_ button of his own phone. "what-?" the older weasel reached his arms around the kids, pulling them back towards the door.

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Runaway Plant Experiment: Forced Union

"there should be a reservation for a lilika or emerald foxwolf." the waiter looked through a paper and replied. "yes we do have one for a lilika foxwolf, please follow me?" he led hir through the restaurant till the reached a table, but it was occupied.

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Thanksgiving Smacks [Sketch]

The tiny foxwolf yipped and sprawled back onto the plate on which he stood when, suddenly, he felt his world lifted up and off the kitchen counter.

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Of Warlords and Pleasures: Urgan Nagru, the Foxwolf

The foxwolf tasted his mate and felt the tingling in his loins build until his foxhood throbbed with wanting, but he held back, savoring every petal of her flower and loving it.

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