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He looks over to Jay, who has caught up with me and shoots him a desperate look.
Jay shakes his head. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t tell her to hunt you,” he defends himself from my actions. “She is her own woman. This has nothing to do with me.”
Bucky looks back at me, his gaze pleading for a moment before I give in and let him scramble back to his feed. “Ah… you werewolves are the worst,” he mutters, shaking his head as he retaliates by gently slapping me with his antlers. I let out a yap of laughter as I pranced away from him, enjoying the little game of ours. “What brings you back here, anyway?” He then asks, unable to keep himself from chuckling.
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