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Chapter 67- Robinson's Pack

"What about Fur Dem?" she asked, referring to its demonish magical fur, scratching the beast behind its ears.

The furball squeaked and started tapping its front set of paws on the ground, probably in response to her petting, but Cherryl chose to take it as confirmation that it liked her ironic pick of names.

"Fur Dem, it is," she proclaimed with a smile.

She carefully scooped up the wiggling, fuzzy white babies and set them down on the ground in front of her before standing and walking back to her little nest, where she'd left her shirt.

The animal made a distressed squeaking sound behind her and tugged on the back of her jagged pants leg. When Cherryl turned around, it again had a baby in its mouth and one in each of its lower hands, holding them out to her.

"I don't understand. Are you trying to give them to me? Because I can't even take care of myself right now."

When it kept holding out the babies and whimpering, Cherryl gave in.

"Fine, I'll hold them. But I'm not keeping them! If
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