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Silently, they arrived, with Pisser nearby. Pisser, who she announced immediately after his own introduction. "Pisser!" she exclaimed, coming to a sit after pressing her dry nose roughly against Zaahira's. Her cheek pushed towards her neck, and then roughly rubbed up and down there in a firm nuzzle that shivered stress all out of her spine! Shaking her shoulders and neck off, her back legs immediately tucked down into a pleasant, practiced sit that looked far more pleasing.

"Hello! I am traveler," she told Zaahira. "I come from deep desert with pet on my side that does not know how to find water. He does not stop following. So, here he is! He no bite. Just urinate."