Winter was a quieter time among the dark street forces of London town. Even predatory humans left their homes with reluctance, stumbling through the murkiness in ice-cracked boots.
Jenny thought this just as well, since her mistress was now obliged to make frequent stops indoors, if she was to avoid brumation.
A smokescreen, and the haze
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I'd love to see/read more!!!
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I should get a move on and finish my story...
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