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"how would ah know?!" gucci did not mean to raise his head nor his voice, but the reaction was proportional to his own feeble denial of the dark wolf's fate. he bit his lip and put his head back between his frontlegs, then promptly put his paws over it, folding his ears over his eyes.

"auughh, ahm sorry, his rooms were found empty, n he ain't got nowhere t' be-" expect that he did, didn't he? "-n even missus tavina has been askin' 'round 'bout his whereabouts but ah dunno- ah dunno what's happened t' 'im!" a whine got out of the toy breed.

he gathered his limbs close together, and whimpered; "oh what a miserable fried ah turned out t' be in the end."