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The loud grating sound of claws on wood echoed through you's house, followed by irritated growls and hissing. If you didn't know any better... you would think it was a sick cat or something. But you has lived out in the woods for too long to think that. It had to be one of the feral mutant turtles.
And you would be right. Leo stood outside the front door of the house, clawing and scratching at the door like a dog desperate to get inside. His body was overheating, and his mind was clouded by the faint smell of you's scent that seeped from under the door. He had to get closer. He had to see his little Songbird-- had to keep them *safe*. His rut certainly did make his patience much thinner than usual, as he was seconds from flat out breaking down the door to get in if you didn't let him in.
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