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[baconstripping]

[It's a bit of a chilly night in Camp. Luckily, a homey fireplace seems to have sprung up in the Mess Hall, along with hot cider and the faint sound of jazz music.

In a far corner, a man is carving a flute. How are you spending your fall evening?]

(( mingle!! ))

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[mothers_sun]

[snoozing by the fire zzzzzzzzz]

[mothers_sun]

[barks]

[redemption_fail]

[Great.]

And Camp has a lot of magic wolves?

[mothers_sun]

[hmmm...

thumps his tail against the ground]

[redemption_fail]

. . . After the talking ponies, I should have expected that.

[mothers_sun]

[grins a doggy grin up at him, tongue lolling out]

[redemption_fail]

Yes, all right, you've made your point . . . what are magic wolves for anyway?

[mothers_sun]

[...?]

[redemption_fail]

You're obviously not for scaring people into behaving.

[mothers_sun]

[confused noise, why would I be for that]

[redemption_fail]

Animals are supposed to be symbolic of something back in England . . . Or perhaps magic ponies and wolves are commonplace where you come from.

[mothers_sun]

[oooooooooh, barks and looks up at the roof :3]

[redemption_fail]

*looks up as well*

[Yep, that sure is a roof.]

From the roof? The sky?

[mothers_sun]

[headshake]

[redemption_fail]

Not the sky . . . the moon? The stars?

[Because you're a white wolf puppy and wolves howl at the moon at night . . .]

[mothers_sun]

[shakes his head again, looking amused]