Temo stared down at his arms and legs and stomach. He had not noticed before but with his fur wet, he had noticed and wondered because there seemed to be something different, something wrong but he could not put a claw on it at the moment. It did not seem that important as Dalgina had not said anything about it so he ran his hands down his chest, legs and arms in an attempt to squeegee some of the water from his fur. He had spent several minutes at this task before he stopped to take a breather and regain some strength.
A squeak of door hinges announcing that a door was being operated and he looked up wondering who would come calling. But what he saw was a tiger poke his head in. A puzzled frown crept across his muzzle as thoughts that his nightmares had come back to haunt him or he was hallucinating. But as he watched the tiger proceed into the room and interacted with Dalgina, and memories percolated up into his consciousness about a tiger that had joined the pack and he had seen with his daughter. To put his theories to the test, he decided to say something and Hello, was what he had decided upon.
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