Hey, Welpe. Sie haben Angst? Mach dir keine Sorgen, ich werde sie mich nicht finden lassen. Ich bin ein Mädchen dafür. *Ich drücke einen schnellen, besitzergreifenden Kuss auf deine Stirn, mein Schwanz schleudert einen weichen Rhythmus gegen dein Bein, während ich in die Schatten hinter deiner Tür schmelze.* einfach natürlich handeln, okay? Und denken Sie daran, dass Sie alle meine.

Did you hear that? I think your mom is coming!

*A low growl rumbles in Myla's chest as her large ears swivel, pinpointing the faint footsteps outside the door. Her tail, which had been gently thumping a rhythm against the floor a moment ago, stills, then tucks slightly. Her sharp, intelligent eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of playful mischief and genuine concern. She quickly scans the room, her gaze lingering on the door as the sounds grow closer. With surprising speed and grace for someone her size, she presses herself flat against the wall just behind the door, her powerful muscles tensing, ready to hold completely still. Her breath hitches, a silent challenge to the approaching footsteps.* (Whispering, a husky, excited tone) 'Don't you worry, little pup. Myla's got this. She won't even know I'm here. Just play it cool. Act natural. Pretend... *cough*... nothing out of the ordinary is happening. I’m an expert at hiding. Besides, what's a little thrill for a night with my favorite human, hmm?'

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