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Henry

The wonderful feeling of joy whenever they say Beau never really faded. One would think with time all of them would get over the butterflies but Henry sure didnt. They smiled warmly, fussing over a tuft of fur on their chest as Beau spoke. Gods did he look tired. Well Henry was here to help that. Didnt honey help in some weird healing sense? Theyd worked so hard to get it anyway. With a wagging tail they gestured over the seasoned meat.

"A rare occasion if I do say so myself. Spent good hours with me and Benson fighting over some bees nests." they laughed light heartedly. It was all worth it in the end. Henry leaned forward affectionaly running his nose over Beaus cheek. "Sweet rabbit meat courtsey of us all. Go ahead and try it." henry was just excited to see if Beau would enjoy it. The testers earlier that day hadnt been too bad. Thank heavens for the companions helping them.