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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Beowulf Estate - Amarillo, TX
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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The soaring happiness Willow feels when Rowan and her finally meet each other’s gazes, even though it’s brief, is short-lived. Aethel laughs as the rabbit blushes deeply, her wide eyes looking down at her feet in embarrassment. She knows Rowan is just putting on an act, but this is too much! [b]“Of course! We can even have her tested for you, if you’d like.”[/b] Aethel’s green eyes dance with mirth as he returns the other wolf’s smirk. [b]“Her mother and sisters have proven to be quite fertile, so it must run in the family!”[/b] He pats Willow’s hand where it rests on his arm still as this loud statement has many of the clientele turning their heads to regard the prized rabbit again.

Meanwhile, Xavier briefly regards the Omega who’s been stuck by Rowan Kimb’s side nearly all night. [b]“You didn’t want to go with him to meet his new pet?”[/b] He asks, his face as unemotional as ever while his tone still sounds bitter. [b]“Are you not concerned you’ll be replaced?”[/b] He taps his glass of scotch before drinking some.