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I hope she can sweet-talk me into this place. I love it here. Petal breathed deeply, sorting the scents in her mind.
Pine, peat, moss, fresh-kill, cats... Opening her eyes, her pelt pricked with unease as she noticed a few wary stares. But she also received many friendly tail waves in her direction that settled her nerves. Sitting patiently next to the entrance of the den, she waited as if she had all day and night.