Chapter 3

Mateo turned around nonchalantly for two seconds, hoping to see something that would stand out, something that could give him an explanation. However, the problem with furry conventions was that how people presented themselves and how they smelled could be completely different. For all he knew, whoever—or whatever—this was could be behind any of the fursuit faces in the crowd. The only way he could know for sure would be to sniff each furson individually, and that would be rude without an invitation.

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Mateo faced back to the front of the room. His curiosity nagged at him, but he often had to remind himself about the adage concerning cats and their curiosity. Instead, he hoped whatever he was smelling would keep to itself. The last thing he wanted was a stalker at the one place he felt safe.

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