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still, Xander, there's chocolate milkshake on your lip."

He smiled sheepishly and pushed her hand away.

"Uh, that's my new goatee. I've got that whole Skeet Ulrich-Johnny Depp
thing going."

Willow grinned but quickly covered her mouth.

"Oh, it's very dashing."

Xander beamed proudly. "Do you think so?"

"If you want a mustache," Buffy said, "I think you'd better grow the
hair in your nose longer."

"That stinks," Xander complained, slouching ahead of the girls. "I'll
probably shave it off, but you could let me enjoy it until school
starts, okay?"

"Okay," Buffy said with amusement. "Don't wig OUt."

Willow frowned puzzledly at her. "Why do men want to grow hair on their
faces?"

"They're primitive," Buffy said with a shrug.

"Deep down, under all that deodorant and after-shave, most of them would
like to sleep in a cave and pick bugs out of their hairy hides."

"But Xander is more refined," Willow said with a hopeful lilt to her
voice. "He wouldn't really grow a bunch of facial hair, would he? I'm
scared of things that are too hairy."

Buffy twitched as the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on
end--they must not have liked Willow's remark. She also felt a slight
cramp, reminding her of the next full moon. But she couldn't think
about that now, because the hairs on her neck continued their edgy
dance.

She knew they were in grave danger. But from where? From what?
Instinctively she slowed her pace and went into a crouch.

Suddenly a pack of wild animals burst from one of the side yards and
loped to a stop in front of Xander.

With a startled howl, the mustachioed hero sprang backward and scurried
toward Buffy. While her friends fell in line behind the Slayer, the
pack completed a lazy circle around them. Their actions reminded Buffy
of a pack of hyenas she had once encountered at the zoo, but they looked