Sabra Knight
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Meinir was so pleased to have her spotty boy back that she almost forgot that she didn't like him. She was going to have to be more selective with her affection from now on. It wouldn't do to spoil him, or make him think she actually liked the poor boy.
"Ai plaied a trik, and eet was breehlient, oui? If ai 'ad known zis rain was goéng to comé up ai wouldn't 'avé doné eet, but-" She shrugged her shoulders. What was done was done. Meinir stretched her paws before snuggling up close to his mucky, grimy coat. In most cases she wouldn't dare touch the disgusting mess, but right now, the contact was more precious than gold.