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He could hear soft footfalls before him. His ears perked slightly as he trotted forward faster to see who it was. It had been Venus, and not looking herself. Her body mass had decreased, which was not a good sight to see.

 He walked forwards to catch up with her. Soon, his footsteps matched with her own and there pelts barely touched. He didn't say anything at first. What could he say. Instead he looked forward, once in awhile looking back to her.