“Uhh...what?” Nathan blinked at her as he approached the bar. “Hunting duty? Wanna clarify that?”
“It’s a raccoon,” Alex said, half smirking. “At least I think so. Something keeps swiping bits of food, stealing small things, moving things about. I wouldn’t pay it much mind if it wasn’t so constant, and if it wasn’t for a few of the more trigger happy and twitchy older seals. Sounds too much like brownies when you give details like that. But I saw it. No bigger than a cat, definitely had fur, and more afraid of me than the other way around, believe me. It’s a raccoon.”
For some reason, the more Alex said it was a raccoon, the less Nathan believed that was true. “So I’m playing Animal Control. Great,” he said, quickly smiling when Alex tossed a raised eyebrow his direction. “Couldn’t be happier to help,” he added, even though he had been hoping to spend most of his time on a couch or bed somewhere watching TV, while his tender chest wounds healed.