Strays

"Uh ...," McCormick began, but Austin held his hand up. "Don't start," he said. "Doing it." McCormick laughed. "Okay, but don't you think it's a bit odd that our pack leader spends part of his morning putting out food and water for stray cats?" "Nope," Austin responded. "We must ... be of service also ... in the greater world. Without that, we're just ... asshats.." McCormick held both hands up and then bowed. Austin continued until all of the bowls were full, letting his mind wander. She was beautiful, so beautiful, and the King of Wolves allowed his heart to privately skip a beat. Across town, Miller turned her nose up at the stench of the dog food. "Really? Every morning?" she complained. "Yep," Winnet answered softly in reply. "Every single one. Full bowls, please. Fresh, cold water." Miller and the other one (a new member of the pride, lithe and shifty) groaned and Winnet smirked. The Queen of Felines took a deep, relaxing breath and allowed herself to think of him; he was handsome, so handsome.