"...Crash?" She calls out again. Her gaze lands on the fur. "...Are you shedding?" This wasn't a normal amount of shedding. When Coco brushed out Crash's fur, it wasn't ever this much.
The lack of response doesn't make her feel any better.
She pushes herself up onto her feet, moving towards the skittering in the next room. Her own footsteps are light, careful as she tries to track the sound. Her sense of smell tells her... it's a human.
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Date: 2021-09-25 03:34 am (UTC)The lack of response doesn't make her feel any better.
She pushes herself up onto her feet, moving towards the skittering in the next room. Her own footsteps are light, careful as she tries to track the sound. Her sense of smell tells her... it's a human.
Why would a human be in their home?