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He ambled along at a sedate pace behind Masque, the chipmunk finding a home between his ears. Its eyes were locked on the wolf leading them, obvious suspicion on its rodenty face.

Sable snickered to himself, the sound only rolling out in inaudible snorts. 

I think I’ll call you Hen. Short for “mother hen”. The chipmunk, as if hearing his thoughts, squeaked and squawked a few times, tail jittering, before vanishing down his neck into his shoulder fur.

Again, he just snickered.