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Clover was in the garden were she always was hiding from clients and people she hated how they touched her so she sat nude in one of the trees in the garden reading a book about politics she would read what ever she would find laying around like she had much to choose from in the first place so she take what she could get. Soon she stretched out her arms and legs giving a small moan as she started to relaxed felling the warmth of the suns rays on her nude body making her feel good all over her tail waving side to side with a grin on her face. she start watch the people her were walking around below her wondering how long it was going to take for some one to find her I guess you could say she made a game out of it so she could trick and prank the guest of the store.
 
Emma walked with long strides, even though it might not of seemed like she was listening, just pulling him a long she was hanging onto every word.
“Be a good boy.” She turned her head back to him with a smile, answering his question.
She would get him what he needed eventually, if he behaved. He had great reasoning skills though, there had been a lot of attempted robbery, one time a male human assassin had caught her in an ally way. She went home scared shitless but at least she had made quick work of the body.

“Fox hounds huh?” She questioned, were they all like him? At the store there was certainly a variety of nekomimis and Inumimis. She walked up the steps and down the hallway which was similarly decorated as her bedroom hallway.
 
"Yes, the Foxhounds. A group of highly trained soldiers, abundant in knowledge of stealth, hand to hand combat, and medium to long range weaponry." He looked out a random window, before taking in the decor of the hallway. "We were the Kemono version of the human Navy SEALS. Effective for what we were trained for." He sighed, letting the lovely twinkle from his eyes fade away. "But, that is story for next time." He shrugged, following her down the hall. He could remember the operations, recall all the members of the Foxhound unit. He could even remember the name's they used. If the campaign hadn't ended the way it had, he had no doubts that the Roc Uprising would have succeeded.
As he reminded himself it was his fault the entire thing collapsed, his shoulders slumped. The pride disappeared and he folded internally. Somewhere in his mind though, a reserve of strength kept him from snapping entirely. His back straightened a little, but his ears drooped.
 
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