[Aly turns when she hears footsteps, her heart rate spiking, ready to fight, always ready to fight, when she sees Devin and instantly calms down. Well, sort of. As much as she's able, anyway.
When he holds an arm out, she stares at him for a moment, not exactly sure what he's offering, before coming to a realization and hugging him tightly, trying to suppress a sob. There's blood on her face, and Devin should be able to smell that it's animal blood, not her own. Something big and raw, part of a fresh kill.]
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When he holds an arm out, she stares at him for a moment, not exactly sure what he's offering, before coming to a realization and hugging him tightly, trying to suppress a sob. There's blood on her face, and Devin should be able to smell that it's animal blood, not her own. Something big and raw, part of a fresh kill.]