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Zig looked at her, eyes widening a little in surprise. It's good stuff we make from fruit. You drink it and it makes you feel awesome, Zig explained. It was one of his favorite things to drink, and it lead to his love of fruit. We should drink some together sometime, he offered with a raised eyebrow. He wondered what this wolf would think about the drink; it wasn't for everyone, but Zig had always thought it was good. Even as a pup, he had snuck into his parent's rum stores and stolen a drink every now and then.