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twitch’s brow twitched upward, surprised by the request. usually, her brand of commentary didn’t invite conversation—let alone cooperation. and yet, the paler woman twirled and twitch applauded herself briefly in her head.

her gaze swept over the other’s fur attentively, skimming tufts of snow-white and grays. she was pretty, twitch thought decidely, looked as if she'd came from the clouds themselves.

twitch caught sight of the last pair of burrs after a long moment, two stubborn burrs tangling near the back of her hindleg, half-hidden in the thicker tufts of fur.

“yeah,” she said, voice flat as she stepped closer. the stray extended a paw, claws clicking faintly as she gestured toward the spot. “back left. right there. dunno if you'll be able to reach,”