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The chipmunk didn’t like that very much! Masquerade could only cock her head a little as it ran back to Sable in a tizzy. Her ears fell back uncertainly as it tucked itself safely into his fur. So it was some sort of companion. At least he didn’t seem nearly as upset. If anything, Sable looked amused.

Masquerade stood there in perplexity for a moment before asking the obvious question: Why don’t you eat it?

Only after she’d spoken did she register that deft movement of his forelegs again. Was he saying something in some rudimentary language? She wondered. Some gestures were easy to discern, yet she couldn’t make heads or tails of what he’d possibly conveyed just now, other than a general air of entertainment.