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Rosalyn took point, leading the trio back east. She kept her distance, presumably trusting Vlad to shake down their new recruit and make sure he wasn't some kind of sneak. So far, Kerberos was proving to be very agreeable fellow.

"I Vlad," the Russian returned, instantly forgetting his new pack-mate's true name. Kerberos was Caiaphas levels of difficult. Why wasn't there a rule to enforce single-syllable names?

The two males fell into step within view of Rosalyn's wriggling red-brown rear, which flashed in and out of sight as she tracked a path between the rocks. Vlad eyed her hungrily. "Why you smelling like vater doge?" he asked, breaking the spell with a shake of his head. A quick sideways look revealed that Sad-Eye revealed that his coat played host to scraps of dried and blackened sea stuff. Vlad frowned, looking the other male up and down as they walked. "'ey brat, you heving meny salty vaters gress on fur. You try make hiding?" It was the only explanation that made sense - Kerberos was being stalked, and he was masking his scent. Smart!