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A smirk of interest began to surface on Montag’s features, even before he turned to face the stranger.
“Oh my, how did you know?” He inquired, his voice smooth and articulate. He pulled his nearly clean paws from the water and assessed the newcomer with cutting eyes. One the color of aspen leaves, the other, the clouded remains of an eye.
Montag was a comely cat, albeit peculiar—his sharply angular face and oddly long incisors gave him an almost vampiric appearance.
“You seem a touch too clever to be an inconvenience. That is wise.” Montag observed coolly.
The little plaid collar around his neck indicated that he was a kittypet...but his bloodstained paws and scarred eye alluded to a life far different from kibble and fireplaces.