Art by Doc!

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The cool air ruffled his fur as he ran, his legs pumping at a steady pace. After the events of that night, he found himself wanting to build up his stamina, especially seeing as how Tank had seemed able to exert himself with limitless stamina. Ivan occasionally questioned his reasons for aerobic exercise. Did he really want to build up his stamina for health reasons, or was his unconsciously jealous of Tank's prowess?

Ivan remembered how on the day after things returned to a sense of normalcy, Tank showed up at his apartment, looking as healthy as he did when Ivan first met him. The only thing different about him had been the sheepish look on his face.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stick by you through the end of your adventure, Ivan," he had said.

"There is no need to--"

"No, there is. I made a promise and I couldn't keep it." Tank leaned up against the doorframe, shaking his head. "I keep my promises, and I feel like crap that I let Scowl catch me off guard." His eyes met Ivan's. "I was supposed to protect you."

Ivan smiled up at Tank. "You did your best, and I am alive because of you."

Ivan grinned at the memory. Tank was a gentle soul in a behemoth lapine body, and Ivan liked him. They had started working out together, and Tank proved to be a perfectionist, correcting Ivan's workout techniques anytime the snow leopard was less than perfect. He would also lavish Ivan with praise whenever his technique was perfect.

All in all, Ivan's life had improved significantly since the events of that night. His mother was deliriously happy when he called her the next day. After she scolded him for disobeying her. Still, she was grateful that the nightmare was over for Ivan and his family.

And yet...there was the knowledge of how much more there was to life. Most of it sinister and potentially deadly. Magic was real, and there were shadow organizations. It was terrifying to know that such things exist in the world, but like the twins said there was a lot of good in the world.

Like Tank.

Tank, his knight in lapine form. Tank, who saved him from death.

Ivan owed him his life. How could he ever repay such a debt? He knew he did not want to fight the threats Tank and his friends fought, but certainly there was something he could do.

The knowledge of such things that he previously never belived existed could not be erased. Could he fully return to his old life?

"You cannot, kitten."

The sudden voice in Russian at his side startled him, but he continued his rhythm. A young cheetah cub jogged alongside him, dressed for the weather. She grinned up at him.

Ivan did not know who this young child was, and looked around for her parents before asking "Who--"

The child's grin turned immediately into a harsh frown. "I dislike questions, little kitten."

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