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 "We don't need them, Scamp. We can run away together... forget Buster, and I will forget being a house-dog. Let's just be together." Scamp looked at the golden female carefully. "Angel, I don't know. We're just pups. Can we really survive on the street alone?" "Silly, we won't be alone! We will have each other, won't we?" "Uh.. I guess so." "And your Dad is the Tramp... with a little training, you could become just as legendary as he is- maybe even more famous! Besides, being a house-dog won't mean anything if I'm not with you." She looked at him, quivering slightly as he responded quietly: "Maybe you're right. It wouldn't be so bad. Besides

“I…I represent your victor, Princess Haraka. Well…well done.” King Tajiri whispered. Haraka stood up and nodded to her father. “I am tired. Goodnight.” She brushed his pelt warmly, but then frowned when he involuntarily flinched away. She knew that proving these pent-up skills would cost her some things, but to see the male she had always focused on, who had always wiped her tears away after her brother tormented her, to see him turn away and refuse to meet her eyes… that hurt. And the next few months would become worse, until Haraka changed into what others would call centuries later a monster, un