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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]

[redemption_fail]

[This is your life, Guy, talking to animals . . .]

The clouds? The sun?

[mothers_sun]

[barks excitedly]

[redemption_fail]

Really? The sun?

[mothers_sun]

[smug look]

[redemption_fail]

If you represent the sun . . . why are you a wolf cub?

[mothers_sun]

[flicks an ear thoughtfully, then paws at the floor--if he follows his movements, it looks he's tracing a large circle, then a smaller one next to it]

[redemption_fail]

Two suns? A larger and small one . . . [and having some knowledge of animals helps here]

Wolf cubs means adult wolves too.

[mothers_sun]

[barks, tail wagging happily]

[redemption_fail]

[That's rather familiar in a metaphorical/allegorical sense . . .]

You're the son of the sun . . .

[mothers_sun]

[nodnod]

[redemption_fail]

. . . What are you doing in this place then?

[mothers_sun]

[:V?]

[redemption_fail]

Trapped like the rest of us.

The sun doesn't seem to be affected--though the days are growing shorter again.

[mothers_sun]

[nonchalant shrug]

[redemption_fail]

[Yeah, this place . . .]

You're not really bothered, are you?