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It was hard to compose his face into something resembling contrition when what he really wanted to do was laugh, but he gave it his best effort. “I know! I came to apologize for the extra work I put you through.” His expression cracked, and a chuckle slipped out. No matter what people said, the furry tide of freed dogs had been something to see. “I’m sorry. Here, I brought cookies. And these ones are for the dogs.” He offered her the boxes. He hadn’t turned around and left like she asked, but he hadn’t tried to move any further into the room either. Which was difficult because dodging human blockades was one of his favorite things.
“Oh did you now? Somehow I find that very hard to believe,” she admitted, her arms remaining crossed as she continued glaring at him. That glare only deepened when he laughed, her frustration nearly causing her to growl. At his offer, she squinted at the boxes, weighing the possibility of it being some elaborate prank before stepping to the side. “You can leave them on the desk,” she decided. At least then, her hands would still be free to grab him, if necessary. “You’re lucky all of the dogs either didn’t go far or came back within a few hours. Anything could have happened to them out there. I know it’s not perfect here, but at least they have a roof over their head and someone to care for and feed them.”


















