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He was as content as Kev could ever be—not very—until one of his pudgy paws stubbed against a rock in the den floor.

Hot pain sent spidery fingers through his senses, radiating from the pain and triggering in his brain faster than a gunshot. In seconds he was whimpering loudly and withdrawing his paw from the rock, but the pain stayed there like a throbbing reminder that the world had just bitten him, and when it didn't abate instantly, he cried even harder. There was a new scent permeating the darkness, but he was too intent on his own discomfort to notice it just yet... And when he did, no doubt he would cry some more.