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Nigel's nose twitched but he nodded as well to show his compliance. He looked to the officers as he did a small metalic spider crawled from his collar to slip into his leather pack, its minute bronze legs flashing briefly in the light. It had finished repairing the damage to his shoulder from the fight with Boris earlier, stitched and medicated it hardly bothered him now and the thick fur covered the repaired wound keeping it sheltered from the open air and the irritating rub of fabric from his clothing. He would wait until later to see if it needed bandages as well but he didn't think it did.