Enna weakly presses herself into his hands, he body relaxing as the last remnants of her shift fade along with the mist that had hovered above them both.  Flicking her ears when a pair of footsteps stop a few feet before the Enna's maw parts to release a low rumble, her tail lifting to flick in irritation.  She didn't need anyone seeing her like this, she couldn't move and didn't want the boys hands to leave her fur, the thin icicle coating melting away.  

"Is that?" The voice began, a female by the sounds of it, the smell of perfume and irritation filling Enna's nose, her rumble shifting into a low growl as she takes a step closer, the sounds of a camera shutter filing the air. 

"No way it is!-but why is she on the floor?" Another voice asks, male this time. The disgust and hidden laugher clear in his voice. They may be held as royalty by some, however some even of their own race judged their own it seems.
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