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Anselm was not sure what to make of the unusual pause between them. If this male was Etienne’s potential suitor and he was sizing Anselm up, he’d soon learn Sonnenwassers did not play fair.

He readied himself.

At length he revealed an answer, but it didn’t really answer the unspoken question Anselm felt grabbing at his throat. What did he really want from Etienne?

His ears flipped forward with concern that was unmistakable. Vhat do you mean, ‘get better soon’? Anselm thumbed through the catalog of his more recent interactions with Etienne — recalling the last he’d spoken to him, his paw had been bashed up. Was that it?

He studied the man and his chunk of gore at his feet. A full year now he’d lived with Etienne, and no one had come calling. Now he had multiples in one week. Vhat is going on?