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It was a good sign that he hasn't needed to call Harley to watch Vega for awhile. That meant things were stable for now, that nothing was at risk of boiling over -- that he wasn't in immediate danger of being shot at or killed or anything. At least, not this week. It was only a matter of time, he knew, and it was that experience that taught him to savor these quiet moments while they lasted, because they never did for long.
The down side of that? Well -- Vega missed his buddy, of course.
So it was that Stray found himself stepping into the Charming Animal Shelter. At his side, just a pace behind him, was his rapidly growing silver shadow. With legs too long and lanky to move with any grace, and paws so wide below them it made the creature appear as if out of a comic strip, Vegas loped besides him, ears perked and his wrinkled nose twitching at the scents in the air with curiosity.
"She here, boy?" he asked his companion, peeking down the hallways to try to catch a glimpse of the woman. Vega's head cocked to the side, wrinkles oozing with the shift of gravity. "Ayyyyyy, Harley?!" Stray finally yelled, "you 'ere?! Where are ya?! Got a visitor for ya!"