Cat Eyes

While she tore out its back as savagely as she could, Dread took it as an opening, and got his teeth around its throat. She watched in satisfaction as he tore it, and the cat gurgled one last breath. She hopped down from the cat and moved to nudge her shoulder to Dreads. She was glad he was okay. When he had stepped in front of the cat, she had felt anger and fear for him.

“I am, are you?” she asked, she thought he was, but it paid to be certain. She nuzzled into his chin, a rare display of affection from the prickly girl. Not in the least bit worried about the blood still dropping from his muzzle. In fact, she gave him a lick under his chin to help clean him up.


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