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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9036155" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POST [USER=15132]@Steve Gorak[/USER] [USER=23484]@Kobold Stew[/USER] [USER=6803188]@VLAD the Destroyer[/USER] [USER=7041633]@domminniti[/USER]The Kennel<img src="https://storage.prompt-hunt.workers.dev/clgnnm12t0024lb084bpiv4kb_1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 188px" />The sled dog huffs, stretching and opening his jaw into a wide yawn. "Brfff ROU! <Like you, but not YOU> Fruffr rawr shffff. Fraafruff. <The others are eating and sleeping. Lazy dogs.> Marrrrarr Evee krrrurrr. <Miss Eve fixing sled.> Rawrawrawraw. Efffffh. Fruffr kff rou. <Good good good good. Follow me. Introduce you to others.>"As he rises wearily, Comet isn't much shorter than Aric and looks between Russet and the goblin with pleading eyes, an ascending tone of inquiry, "Harrar rawarrr? <Can I eat smells like rabbit-person?>"Padding around the cracked open door, the white dog slips inside, letting you follow. Eleven other sled dogs, most with black and white and brown mixed coats, are arrayed around the campfire. Aric can make out several of their whines and huffs as teasing Comet, "<Hey Whiteout. How's the tail Old Whiteout? Still walking oldie? Brought in more strays?>" Offering a mild growl of irritation, Comet pads over closer to the campfire burning in the high-ceilinged kennel; smoke streams out through a hole in the ceiling with a propped-open hatch.</blockquote>

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