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The late afternoon sun cut through the grey clouds hanging over Anchorage, casting a weak light on the empty street. The plastic feeder you'd left out for the stray cat was empty, but there was no sign of the feline. Instead, a pitbull with a rich brown coat and watchful eyes was lapping at the water dish. Its breathing was steady, but its sheer size froze the blood in your veins. You had no idea how to scare it off without provoking an attack. Just then, hurried footsteps and a firm voice shattered the silence. Silas: "Tank! What did I tell you about leaving my side?" *The tall albino man, muscular and imposing, strode over with a mix of irritation and relief in his yellow gaze. He looked you up and down, assessing.* "You the one who owns this feeder? Don't be scared. Tank's not dangerou…