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A warrior's measure of obedience
"I thought I asked you to stay home and guard the fort? "
Missile cowered, tentatively waggling his tail. He cocked his head and made a half turn, pointing at his Miss first, then bright smiling Miss Kamila, Big Ribbon Not-Kamila Wonder If They'd Be Swappable, Beard Like A Pomeranian, White Loyal Swirly, Sissel. He barked at the cat, who saw through his friend and arched his back in agreement.
Lynne, you said it yourself: we were drawn here. This is the fort and here we keep watch.