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this would give him a bit of time alone with Cather, though. Some one-on-one time.
    He grabbed the meat that had been left for them in the fridge and a big bottle of water and went back to the bedroom.
    Cather’s depression seemed endless, like a deep pool that refused to be shaken. Jag returned to the bedroom, being noisy. “I have food and fresh water. Join me, Cather.”
    Cather had the most expressive tail ever. It spoke volumes with a single, dismissive flick.
    Jag shook his head and laid the food in the middle of the room, the water next to it. Then he went and picked Cather up. It wasn’t quite as easy as it had been the first day, but it wasn’t that much harder either. He laid Cather down near the food, then shifted and yowled at the stubborn kit. Cather growled right back, snarling at him.
    He stood up and stared Cather down. Eat. Eat now.
    Or what? You’ll bite me? Fuck. Off.
    I am the Alpha. You are going to eat or I am going to get the feeding tube.
    You wouldn’t dare!
    Jag’s answer was a stare, steady, sure and utterly cold. He wouldn’t lose this kit. Not to pure stubbornness, nor to depression nor despair. He could see Cather trying to stand up to him, but aside from the fact that the kit wasn’t an alpha, he was lying down and that was not a position of strength.
    Cather held on longer than he’d expected, then the big, fuzzy head dropped to the floor. Jag licked Cather’s head in approval, then repeated, just once, Eat .
    Cather ate a few bites, then, when Jag growled, a few more.
    Water . He needed Cather staying hydrated as much as eating. Maybe more. And he wanted the worst of the growliness done by the time Hill finished with his shower. He wanted the grooming and the care started.
    He praised Cather once the kit had drunk some water, Cather obviously surprising himself as he kept lapping eagerly. The kit was thirsty. Then Jag nudged him and began to lick the long fur. Cather leaned into the touches, surprising the hell out of Jag. He didn’t think about it too hard -- there was no reason to make Cather tense. He nudged Cather with his muzzle, nuzzling the sweet belly. So soft and warm -- he liked this.
    “Oh, how pretty you both are. I wanted a bath. Is there milk?”
    Fridge in kitchen . Jag purred for Hill, then went back to grooming.
    Hill came back with a huge glass and a bowl, sucking the drink down while offering them the other. “It’s a treat for you, Cather. Sweet milk.”
    Jag nudged Cather, encouraging him. Cather grunted softly but took a lick, and Jag could see the pleasure in the kit’s face. He nudged again, and Cather drank some more, clearly enjoying it. Jag chuffed happily, giving Hill a tongue-lolling grin.
    “It was one of our rewards for doing well,” Hill explained.
    There will always be milk in the fridge . Food wasn’t a reward. It was Hill and Cather’s right. There would be plenty of other things that could be a reward. Pleasure. Pain. Long evenings before the fire with grooming. Music. Movies. Books.
    Cather’s eyes popped open, his expression interested. Jag hadn’t realized he’d been sharing but given Cather’s reaction, he was glad he had. He purred and nuzzled Cather. There were so many wonderful things they could share.
    Hill smiled. “Cather loves to read. He reads to me and it’s magical. It doesn’t happen very often.”
    What kind of stories? Jag could totally make sure there were books on hand, that they got a big TV for the living room and movies stocked.
    “All the stories -- scary, funny…” Hill’s cheeks heated. “Sexy.”
    Jag chuffed softly. You like dirty books .
    Hill blushed a deep, sweet rose. That was an adorable look and Jag vowed he would get it there again. Hopefully often. Would Cather blush in his human form as well? Jag would bet there was some sweetness in the sub, if you looked for it.
    “I like when Cather reads sexy books.”
    I bet I can find some sexy books. He knew all he had to do was ask Pirou for anything