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"Mori, wait up!" he called, hurrying after his boyfriend. He kept glancing around the forest. Even in mid-morning, there were patches of deep shadow lurking near the edges of the path. 'Aokigahara Forest' he thought to himself. 'The forest of suicide.' Shuddering, he hurried to catch up with Mori. When he finally caught the man, he held tight to his shirt sleeve. "Mori, I don't like it here." he whispered. "What's the matter, Sen? Scared of our heritage?" he asked. Both men were Japanese. Senpai's parents had lived in Tokyo and moved to the United States about the same time that Morinaga's father had moved there with him. The boys had gone to

Wolfshade's ears flew up and Foxfire whirled on her paw. She sprinted toward camp, carefully dashing between the trees. She heard Wolfshade on her tail and she pushed herself to run faster, haring the yowls of anger and terror from her clanmates. Racing through the bramble tunnel, she stopped dead in her tracks, the scent of dog heavy around her. She ducked under the belly of one and raced toward the nursery where Poppyfrost was yowling in terror. "Poppyfrost!" Foxfire screeched. "Get up the wall! I'll grab the kits!" She snatched Cherrykit up and twisted her head, planting her squarely on her back. The kit's tiny claws dug into her fur and

Reed walked down the stairs dejectedly, duffel bag held over one shoulder. Ace padded at his heels, following obediently. At the bottom of the stairs, he turned around and walked down the hallway. At the end, he knocked on the door labeled "management". When the overweight, balding manager opened the door, Reed held his keys out wordlessly. The man snatched them from his hand. "And you better work at paying me back, Hudson. Three months' rent!" Without a word, he turned and headed back down the hallway. At the door, he went outside, holding it open for Ace. When the dog was out, he led him down the sidewalk toward the park. They crossed a few

Michawi walked down the path and out of the city gate. Using his new-found eyes, he moved carefully down the road and toward the stables to collect his belongings. In the the third stall from the end, he dug his bag out of the straw. As he turned, paws sliding on the finely layed straw, he slipped, falling forward. He slammed face first into someone who shouldn't have been there, and hissed harshly as he drew back. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Kudumu purred, helping him up. "I didn't expect you to turn around so suddenly." "You're that hybrid from the bar." he hissed. His ears were back and as he regained his feet, he checked his bag to be sure everyt