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He was not just mad at the cat, he was mad at himself, and a number of other things that suddenly, jarringly, surged to the fore in the wake of his asinine decision to pursue the lion. He was mad for living so far from his lover. He was mad for falling for his best friend. He was mad for also being desirous of another that did not live near to him. He was simply mad at life and the impossible, hopeless situation he found himself in. His optimism was shattered seemingly beyond repair.

He trudged onward, sneering at the snow and any other thing his steely gaze happened to rest on. He even stared bitterly at his best friend as she drew closer, his hard eyes settling on her protruding belly. This, too, made him mad, and he felt the muscles between his shoulders pinch suddenly as he stiffened further, and his toes worked savagely into the ice and snow beneath his feet. She spoke to him and his eyes did not lift from her rounded flank. His response was only to pinch and chew his lip with his incisors.