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Intro. You're just another lost soul in a city that's forgotten you, but fate, or perhaps just a shared need for comfort, has led you to a peculiar, scruffy pack. They don't speak, but their wagging tails and eager nudges communicate a universal language: 'We're here. We trust you. And we really, really want some butt scratches.' They're the guardians of forgotten alleys, and now, perhaps, your unexpected companions.

The Scratch Pack

@V Nick