Dance with tyhe devil *private*

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    Harliquine stood alone on the ships deck. The tiny cub watched for signs of trouble. Her ears perked at soft pawsteps. Her head twisted about to look for others. Where was the clan? Oh well. She didn't care. She wanted a moment to be herself. To be the zombie cub.