"I made the scythe appear again, and he jumped back. But I just used it to cut off the padlock, then tossed it away and pulled open the door before helping my friend out. He was a little taller than I was, and his fur was ragged and unwashed. I hugged him anyway, and while I could feel his heart racing it seemed to have settled down a bit by the time that I let go."

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From a scene in a story by  Feathertail
Drawn by the talented  Dragonvee