Once bandaged, she proceeded to clean the rest of him. Pouring more water and wiping the grime away, she discovered his fur was pure white. She washed him until it gleamed like snow in the dappled sun rays shining through the trees. The pure white was only broken by magenta stripes on each side of his muzzle and a perfect blue crescent moon upon his brow. He was magnificent! Clean, the fur was silky soft and she couldn't help but run her fingers through it. As she petted, she looked up to see his eyes open – and trained on her!
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