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Dante seemed to have a habit of running into Junior at less than ideal times for the poor juvenile. This time he was following up on a trace of scent, stalking it through the territory to see where it led. The trail had run cold, though, only a couple of yards back when he spotted Junior. Pausing, he considered going on about his business, but he wasn't having much luck anyway.

"Junior, hey!" He called, trotting over to where she was walking. He noted he new cuts and looked at her curiously. "Rough week?" They didn't look serious or worrying, but he wondered if they were something he needed to know about.