Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 8
As he approached the hallway, the foxwolf's pace reflexively slowed.
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 7
The foxwolf jumped but tried to hide it. reflexively he reached to scratch at his neck, then caught himself. “yes?"
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 5
Lura never slid in alongside him, never nuzzled in underneath the foxwolf's chin, never wrapped a small, soft arm around his midsection, never wrapped his rudder around one of his legs.
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?_
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 9
The foxwolf squirmed, grunted, hissed, and spat, impotent rage welling up and simmering up. “okay. that’s enough of that.”
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."
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.
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 11
The foxwolf leaned forward over the table, paws entwined, brushy tail curled around the leg of his chair.
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 4
The foxwolf blinked, saw his brother sitting there, and tilted his head. mercutio's ears splayed apart; his tail flicked, curled around his footpaws underneath him.
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