'Hullo, you,' she said, and spat out more dust. She desperately needed some water. Samson slunk closer, his non-retractable claws making crunch-crunch noises. He licked her face, and she could see his eyes glinting in some left-over light that was hiding where only the cheetah cub could see. He raised his front paws to place them on her chest, and nuzzled her jaw, eventually succeeding in turning her face towards the horizon.
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