The good thing about a fluffy coat is that it keeps you warm . And, when you’re moving through forests covered in snow, or exploring the stony recesses of a mountain pass, you’re going to get cold . As a ranger, McCoy gets cold a lot . It comes with the job . Fortunately, McCoy is extra fluffy . He’s also a hunter of unparalleled skill, using his natural gifts to explore the wilderness as though born there . Which he wasn’t . Or at least, so he hints . He speaks little of his past, except in dark hints . Dark hints in which he mentions grasping fingers stretching up through crumbling earth, of vampiric visages pressed against windows and the rasp of breath through the rib cages of the undead . McCoy is enigmatic, even for a cat, but he remains a stalwart companion, driven by something in his past he refuses to divulge .

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