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I WALK THE LINE
It had been a week. A whole seven days that he'd spent in the Cartel, also being rescued by a few members.
He stumbled along, huge rake marks stretched across his back, and his face was covered in gashes and marks. His fur was matted and slightly singed... overall, he felt like death.
But he was home now, and that was all that mattered. As he reached the territory, his legs collapsed and the kelpie dog face planted into the ground.
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