there it sat in the den eating caraboo, staring at me in curioustity with it's big blue eyes filled with envy and furiousity, i just dtared back at it's teeth jumping into action chasing me, in it's eyes a killer and preditor, but it's body running with grace, i met it with claws extended, ready tonstrike but suddenly it stopped and just stared, while my tools were sharp for death and striking, they were stopped by his hurt stare, his blue eyes turning to a slitted amber,
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