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You step hesitantly into the pool with one paw, holding back a squirm. Eww, water. The males chuckle and invite you to the warmer area, making room for a new buddy while still being mostly preoccupied with grooming each other. You ask if they hang out like this often with other dudes, which they confirm before discussing various mane shapes, mane thicknesses, and what they like most about some fur styles. You're feeling a little self-conscious. When you start to anxiously check out your own mane, one of them grins, gives you some heart shells, then grooms you a little. He confirms that, indeed, your fur is just perfect the way it is, and you should love yourself just as much as your friends do.