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Euron nodded enthusiastically. It had been difficult to hear it all and to hear clearly — but he had heard things.

"Someone is coming for the sun." He said. "I like the dark but I am not thinking I want it to be dark all the time." The boy hummed and thought on that a moment, but then swiped a paw in front of his snout as if to cast that tangent away. "He said something about does and fire..." Euron screwed his eyes shut as he tried to carefully remember what he had heard, and in order. He continued his report with his eyes closed in concentration. "He told mother to leave... err." The pup sighed and felt it necessary to preface the rest of his report with an explanation. "I had some trouble hearing from far away... I heard him say something about shitbags — whatever those are — then I heard him say Vaati's name and tell mother not to die."

Euron opened his eyes then and looked to see if Cicero was taking it all in. "I am not understanding it much," he confessed with a shrug and an expression that was apologetic. "Maybe you do? I heard more..."