[ That causes her to shift, rubbing her thumb over the dull edges of her nails. They’re not sharp or strong or pointed. They’re flat like flimsy crescent moons, and they can hardly leave red marks. ]
I don’t hate you, but it still sucks.
[ A scowl accompanies her verdict, nose crinkling. Her gaze lifts back to his face and she tilts her head up just a little, leaning off her hands. ]
… What was that? [ Her eyes dart down to his chest. It nags at her. ] What did you just think about? [ She heard a very distinct jump in his heart, but she's still teaching herself how to read humans with that kind of thing. As a coyote, the only really useful biological cue was fear. ]
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I don’t hate you, but it still sucks.
[ A scowl accompanies her verdict, nose crinkling. Her gaze lifts back to his face and she tilts her head up just a little, leaning off her hands. ]
… What was that? [ Her eyes dart down to his chest. It nags at her. ] What did you just think about? [ She heard a very distinct jump in his heart, but she's still teaching herself how to read humans with that kind of thing. As a coyote, the only really useful biological cue was fear. ]