(oh, oops. I feel extremiely stupid. )
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Akeila smiled, "Ginger is a wonderful teacher." Licking his cheek, she quietly sighed. Here ears pricked and twitched as Ginger called her name. Rising, she stretched out her lean slender body. Shaking her pelt, she walked outside.
Gleefully following her friend, her small pink tongue hung out of her mouth.
Stopping, she sat in the soft wet grass. The wet blades acting like a barrier assisting her in the chore of masking her heat scent.
"Yeah, Ginger?" her eyes shining of an interesting mingle of emotions: sorrow,and joy.
Ryker smiled, his nostrils flaring, he shook his head. His tail gently wagging it quietly, and rhythmically drummed on the soft earth. (sorry, it's short.)