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Slash trotted out of his stall and into the yard, pupils dilating, adjusting to the natural sunlight, feeling the breeze through his pelt and the soft sand beneath his paws. The humans came around every morning to let him out since he’d arrived at the kennel; sometimes it was his Other Half, but today, like most days, it was The Tall One. Slash liked The Tall One. He came offering treats and knew all the best spots to scratch, which he’d taught to his Other Half. Slash couldn’t see him yet but could smell his approach. The Tall One had a stronger scent than his Other Half, a cocktail of the standard human smell, mixed with an acrid chemical odour. Each human had its own unique odour; the Chatterer had a sweeter scent and smoky breath. The One Who Shouts smelled like fish. Of course, his Other Half had the best scent. The Tall One tossed him a treat from somewhere over the wall, and he eagerly gobbled it up. It was delicious, and would be even better the second time around as a