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[h2][color=crimson]Clifford Norman~Red[/color][/h2]
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Clifford accepted the pet and mentally hoped she would stop doing that to him. Why was she so insistent on petting him, he was not that soft and he was not that much of a dog. That and he was not comfortable with that smell that had graced his nose earlier had him beyond on edge. He wanted to leave and he wanted to leave badly. 

With a heavy huff clifford looked toward civilization and the opportunity of leaving. That being said he did not see the dog when it barreled through and got hit in the shoulder as it ran past. He grumbled and huffed again before turning and padding toward his things. With heavy grumble he picked them up in his mouth and promptly trotted off toward home. He was not about this. Sulfur smells never lead to good things and he was not about to stay here surrounded by death possibilities. He was too old to do so.