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“Glad to see you back on your feet again, or in your case your hooves.” The Familiar voice of the Old Bear caused her head to snap around as her hands jerked the towel she had been trying to rip apart into a rats tail. “Ah, I see you are still as proficient as ever at weaponizing even the most simple items. Nice to see you haven’t lost your touch.”
“Boss.” Lars breathed, hardly believing her eyes before her circumstances caught up with her and she rapidly uncoiled her make shift whip and wrapped the towel around her middle. “Uh, Mr. Ghrizzly. I wasn’t expecting company.”
“Not to worry, I just thought I would swing in and make sure you were making your way to a full recovery.” Mr. Ghrizzly smiled at the embarrassment of his head of security. It was a rare thing to see her taken aback, let alone anything other than perpetual seething rage. “Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I have reviewed your request, but, ah, must insist that you complete your physical therapy before allowing you to return to duty. For insurance purposes, I’m sure you understand.”
Lars’ ears folded back and she opened her mouth to speak about a burning retort ready to fire of in a heart beat but held in check as she drew in another breath and calmed herself.
“Yes. Yes I understand Mr. Ghrizzly, work place protocols.”
“Very good, now, to help speed you along your way I have managed to secure a physical therapist to work with you on recovering from that nasty bit of trauma you did to your leg.” Mr. Ghrizzly beamed as he slowly moved to the door. “He’ll be in shortly and I’ll leave you in his very capable hands.”
Lars did not like the way her boss was smiling, there was something childishly playful there that was causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise and it wasn’t the tang of the chlorine filled air.
No sooner had her boss disappeared than the doors at the far side of the changing room burst open as a familiar gray wolf clad in a pair of swim trunks came bursting through.
“Hello Pony!” He grinned, fixing her with those wild amber eyes. “Glad to see the homicidal hell horse back on her feet again!”
Face paling, Lars’ whole body tensed.
“No.”
“Oh yes!” MacDonald Laughed, his toothy grin threatening to split his face. “I’m your new physical therapist. Now are you ready to get into the water?”
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