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Today was a hectic day in the pet shop. There was a very aggravated and very large black bear that was not behaving. All the free roaming animals had fled to backrooms and the ones in cages were yelling at D. The bear had a sore tooth, which D could understand. He had suffered through them before. They did hurt. They felt better after being pulled, but the bear wouldn’t listen to him. Force was going to be necessary, and D wasn’t going to be able to do it alone. Luckily he had hired help, someone with the name Inuyasha.
“Ursula, please,” he pleaded with the bear, but she just growled leave me alone and moved to the other side of the shop. D held his breath as she came close to knocking over an expansive vase.
Looking to the entrance of the shop, he spotted a figure entering. The white hair and red robes fit the description of the help. “You must be Inuyasha,” he greeted. Fatigue had replaced his normally charming way of speaking. The pair of ears on the other’s head quickly piqued his interest. “Are you a cynocephaly?”










