[M]Finding a late dinner, or not.
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Even though Kit wouldn't have been able to carry Fleta forever, the feel of a female in his arms was becoming a familiar sensation, one that he didn't really mind. Especially after hearing Fleta say that meeting again would be nice, in her amusing shy manner. Almost as soon as Kit started to become accustomed however, he felt Fleta's tail start to wag, and her sudden excitement at what he presumed was a landmark that she recognized. A little closer, and he could smell the border, something he knew better then to cross, even if he was tempted to do so in order to keep traveling with Fleta a little longer.

"Well, I guess were here already..." Kit commented, a little bit of disappointment showing in how short their trip had been. With extra care, Kit kneeled to lay his temporary companion onto the ground, and reluctantly pulled his arms away, but not before sending his muzzle to playfully lick at the side of Fleta's face. "Be careful with your leg Fleta, and we should try to run into each other again sometime. Maybe it will be nicer then you think." Kit commented, before standing to watch what he assumed would be Fleta's limping away from him. If she didn't suddenly decide to stay with him longer, Kit planned to head back the direction he had come, and explore the nearby woods a little more.


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