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He could feel it. Silver could feel the dried blood leaving his muzzle. That was a relief. It was meant to be tan, not red. His fur was meant to be white, and silver. His posture relaxed again when he got used to the sensation of warm water on his face.

“Doin’ my best to get it all off, Silv. Lemme know if I missed any of it.”

Rebecca wrung out the rag when she was done with Silver’s face, wetting it again and putting more soap on it so she could start on his fur.

“After the bath, I’ll brush your quills and fur. That sound like a good plan, hun?”