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Just at that moment, the innocent pig wiggled free of Regulus’ hands and squirmed over to Darcy taking full advantage of the slack in the leash now available to him.
“He eats strictly the mix of ground mush I buy for him from a stock feed shop. And I don’t feed him his own kind,” he gave Darcy a disapproving stare. “I don’t have the kind of humor you seem to think I possess. Or you have, for that matter.”
He stood up and gathered the loose leash back in hand. He tugged on Lord Atherol to prompt the pig to move along. However, the pig was enjoying the attention from someone new far too much. Traitor, Regulus thought to himself.
“Oh, bloody-” he mumbled under his breath. “Do you want to stay out where it’ll freeze your tail off or do you want to go inside where you won’t get frostbite on your wigglybits?” He asked his much too friendly pet. And in a display that would surely make Darcy’s suspicion deepen, the pig looked at Regulus, grunted in a pathetic, irresolute way and then looked to where Regulus was pointing. Almost as if the pig understood what Regulus was asking, when in actuality Regulus had merely reminded him of something else the pig dearly wanted, to be inside where it was warm and was now forced to confront giving up attention for an equally pressing desire.