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âFeel better?â Oro questioned, sitting back on his haunches with a soft snort. His wings shuffling a bit before he gently bumped Jaxâs shoulder with a wing, âLet it all out, you can punch me if you want.â
âA bit, yeah.â It left his throat feeling a little sore, but there was something cathartic about letting out a scream like that. Still, Jax let out a soft laugh, returning the bump to his shoulder with one of his own. âIâm not going to punch you...! Maybe try to wrestle you, but Iâm not a punching kind of guy.â












