When I'm all choked up, but you're okay

Rosemary prowled toward the lake, his head low in a distinctly predatory gaze as he sauntered forward with all the grace of a dancer. He passed by a noticeably pregnant woman he had never seen before then turned his head away to drink. He could hear her sighing and her heartbroken words and he felt a touch of sorrow for her.

“What’s the matter little dove?” He cooed, turning his full attention toward her and moving closer to stand at a cautious distance from her, his tail waving slightly as he waited for an answer to give him the passing resemblance of a friendly face.  

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