"Usually," the marten agrees. Adjusting the weight of the bag over his shoulder he finishes his meal. Picking his teeth clean Liam takes the lead, "In all honestly, its only a matter of time before we are all on the menu."
With that the marten dashes off into the night. Taking the advice of the dog he sticks to the allies as much as he can, dashing around trash cans and over turned boxes, navigating the dark with his key chain light. "Its not too far. Barely two blocks down. "
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