You creep after him, rich clothes getting caught on brambles now and again, much to your annoyance. You're dog, a big yet surprisingly agile German Shepered follows you at a good distance. You're suspicious of Xander, drunk yet walking straight into a forest. A very, very dark forest. You can't see him, but you can hear him moving ahead. He emerges into a moon dappled clearing, with the moon gleaming above the huge pine trees. His two cats, the same cats that you pondered feeding to Milo are nowhere to be seen. Until they are. One cat flies into you're rather pretty face, while the other tangles itself unintentionally in you're cloak. You yelp, and eat dirt. Naturally, he notices, turning with what looks like Pure, Gorgeous Golden eyes
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