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something was upon him.

for a moment he wondered if aminthe had come to bully him, but she was probably off with mama and maman. then he wondered if loko had come to wrestle, but probably not, huh?

but the crimson fur that cloaked him was that of none other than the one he had been searching for.

so he jutted paws up into her, a shove for her tackle.

get off, stink-shark! he barked with laughter.