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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aethmud" data-source="post: 9664899" data-attributes="member: 6746292">Jack doffs an imaginary cap with a flourish and bows mid-air. "Ah! Greetings, my good sir Ulif! Wimbley Snowpatter, at your service—canine whisperer, amateur moonlight yodeler, and longtime resident of the far side of Kelvin’s Cairn, where the frost bites back."He gestures grandly to Snowfang, who’s sitting patiently, ears attentive and at the ready. "I wouldn’t be here in this bustling icicle of a town if not for this magnificent creature! Found him half a year ago—half-starved, coat matted like a yak’s nightmare, and eyes wild with frost-madness. Clearly a stray." Jack's eyes sharpen to a sly twinkle.  "But I saw potential—oh, did I see it!"Jack lowers his voice theatrically, glancing side to side, "He was so hungry, nearly bit my nose off during our first cuddle. But look at him now! Sleek as a skiff on morning ice. That’s the result of dedication and hard-earned discipline, that is.  I've trained him with other strays on the far side of the Cairn, but he's the best of the lot by far."  He flutters in closer, wings glinting in the dim light. "Now I know what you're thinking, Master Ulif: ‘A pup’s only as good as his longest trek.’ And I say: exactly right! We made it here from the far side of the Cairn in under three days! Wimbley and Snowfang, through blizzards thick as butter, and snowdrifts taller than my ego—which, as you may have noticed, is saying something." Jack gives a knowing smirk to punctuate his confidence.With a grin, he gestures for Snowfang to take center stage. "And now, if you’ll permit me... the world's fluffiest overachiever will demonstrate a couple tricks, and his innate leadership capacities.  He's a natural alpha."Clapping his gloved hands once with a sharp snap, Jack flutters over to a snow-dusted barrel with a swoop of glittering wings, a few stray snowflakes curling off his shoulders as he alights gracefully atop the barrel. "Right then, good Ulif, esteemed onlookers, and frosty friends—prepare yourselves for a demonstration of true canine coordination!" He leans toward Ulif, whispering theatrically, "See, I’ve spent months training this lad with not but silent hand signs and half-frozen cheese biscuits. The dog doesn’t know Common but, by the gods, he knows dedication."Then louder, for the group: "So tell me, truly—when was the last time your lead dog caused a whole team to sit under silent command while looking this good? And that tail curl? Precision-engineered. We practiced it on wind-sculpted ridges north of Kelvin’s Cairn. Pure poetry."He begins twirling his fingers in a tight spiral motion above his head before flicking them outward in a flourish, mimicking a snowflake catching the wind. "Snowfang, rally your strays! Formation one!" His fingers snap downward in a swift zigzag motion, ending in a tight clenched fist held against his chest.Snowfang-Aric responds accordingly, barking and padding over toward the unhitched dogs, who immediately perk up. They seem to pay attention to him.  Jack grins, one brow arched with delight. "You see that? I do the hand gestures, and he’s not just barking at clouds—he’s issuing coordinated commands! All thanks to the Wimbley Snowpatter Silent Signal System™—patent pending, naturally."He waves his hand in a slow arc above his head like drawing a crescent moon, then rapidly gestures with two fingers tapping the center of his palm three times before slicing downward. "Now then, Snowfang—synchronized group sit and tail curl, do as Wimbley taught you now, go on m'boy!"  He waits for Snowfang and the dogs to settle into a precise line facing the rest of the caravan, tails curling just so.[SPOILER]<a href="https://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=297370" target="_blank">Rolled a 19 (or 23 with advantage, if Aric-dog's cooperation counts as a Help action)</a> on deception/persuasion check for this part of the interaction.[/SPOILER]</blockquote>

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