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[flashbanging]

[ McCree's just lounging somewhere outside in catland, maybe in a quiet corner of one of the plazas. Far from the meowing crowd. He's got his cigarillo dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he puffs on it intermittently, looking thoughtful. ]

Gotta say, this is a real nice little respite after all the mess we just got through. These cats have been mighty hospitable, too, and it was good of'em to take us in.

[ A pause. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ]

But, y'know ... just between you and me, I'm really more of a dog person.

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[flashbanging]

Huh.

[ He takes a long drag of his cigarillo, then slowly breathes out the smoke as he drawls: ]

Always been more of a stray, myself.

[ He slips the cigarillo into the corner of his mouth, speaking around it as he goes on. ]

But, hey. Least you got a pack, right?

[ofobedience]

I wouldn't really call what we have here a pack. It seems more like a bunch of lone wolves thrown together and forced to work alongside each other, to me.

[Is there a hard note to his voice there? Something almost bitter? Perhaps you're imagining things.]