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Hound waited and watched, every strut and cable in his body tense, as the cybercat he'd followed through the space bridge to Earth stared down the small calico cat in front of it. He'd never been so grateful for his habit of automatically recording the wildlife, though, as he was when the cybercat--between one ventilation and the next--shifted, plating recoloring to match the calico and mass shifting so that it was roughly the same size.
Somehow, he managed not to move or make a sound, though his spark soared. He hadn't seen a cybercat change their camouflage since long before the war and he had managed to record it, too!