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Reynard
A tongue bitten and held tight rested within the maw of the fox. Her jaw a thing so tight it looked as though it was likely to shatter with the force of its bite. Gwynne leaned against the railing once more, though now she looked nearer a thing to some gargoyle- poised in a defensive stance over those below. The ease in that lean gone. The little half smile- vanished. It looked as though the fox’s attempts at keeping a tongue stilled from wagging would be successful. Though a pulse thrummed hard against her throat with the talk of dragons, of all things, so near. The woman’s breath quickened with the continued force of her restraint.
Reynard
A tongue bitten and held tight rested within the maw of the fox. Her jaw a thing so tight it looked as though it was likely to shatter with the force of its bite. Gwynne leaned against the railing once more, though now she looked nearer a thing to some gargoyle- poised in a defensive stance over those below. The ease in that lean gone. The little half smile- vanished. It looked as though the fox’s attempts at keeping a tongue stilled from wagging would be successful. Though a pulse thrummed hard against her throat with the talk of dragons, of all things, so near. The woman’s breath quickened with the continued force of her restraint.