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His enthusiastic reaction cleared up any concern that she might be overstepping. If anything, Cosmo seemed rather excited to talk about himself. A frown threatened to pull at Treepie’s lips, though she carefully controlled her expression. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but she felt an intense wave of pity for him—not because he was a dog, but because so many seemed to treat that fact like a misfortune.

Of course, you may ask us anything, Pie said, once more making a point to glance at Tiki, in case she felt otherwise. Facing Cosmo again, she pondered where to start. What’s it like, being a dog? How is it different than being a wolf, I mean? You don’t look that different… though I’ve never seen a wolf so fluffy before, she said candidly. That reminded her to query, a slight wariness creeping into her tone, Are you wearing a collar under all that fur?