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[The scent, though probably not anywhere near as sharp as that of a canine's, reaches Cheshire, at last. Or maybe it's much like a six sense, knowing when danger might be near.
He turns, his one eye landing on the still form of the eyes watching him. As for himself, Cheshire's ears flatten. He's not like normal, putting aside the fact that a regular one sits at heel.]
A dog...
[Maybe it's within the instincts of a cat, but Cheshire had never been fond of dogs.]