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She stared at him with bristling apprehension as he reacted to her, and while part of her wanted to fight him, the other part of her told her to run. But her paws stayed glued to the spot because she wanted her food back. She felt like something was bubbling up in her throat and she knew what that all too familiar feeling was, but she fought to keep from puking in front of this stranger. When he stepped back and poked at her bone and told her she could get worms, her lip twitched.

She struggled to keep a straight and brave face, but she was failing. Her ears fell back and she felt her lip tremble, but she was determined not to cry in front of him, either. "I...it's the only kind of stuff I have to eat," She retorted as she darted forward to grab the bone before scrambling back again. She dropped it on the ground as that bubbling feeling came back up again and her stomach felt like it was twisting up. "Do you...have any good food, mister...?" She hated that she felt like she was begging. But what choice did she have?