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She didn’t even notice the chipmunk until its squeaky voice reached her ears. Masquerade halted in surprise, one foreleg suspended in the air as she gawked at the striped rodent. It scampered toward her and she felt a completely incomprehensible urge to dart away, lest it bite one of her ankles.

The more obvious action was to try to snatch the noisy thing off the sand and swallow it in a single gulp, maybe two. But Masquerade shot Sable a glance, certain that the chipmunk belonged to him in some way. It didn’t make any sense to her, yet it prevented the huntress from giving in to her instincts.

Marigold eyes squinting a little, Masque lowered her muzzle and sniffed toward the creature, stage whispering, Do you live in his butthole?