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He laid nearby, curled at the base of the bed. His crimson eyes stared at the tawny furry sleeping form beside him. His charge, Lion-O, is merely twelve years old with a strong will.
Though they were on their way to a new home, he couldn’t help feeling that something was about to occur. Something that might change their lives forever, but he didn’t know what.
Snarf gave out a little shake. He then reached out and touched his charge’s face. “Don’t fret, Lion-O, old Snarf will always be here for you.”
It was next that the door slid open.