Wolf RPG

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you dared, you get. set for like, tuesday or something @Kove

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a mightier fit of belching had never before fell on the grim pallor of the eldritch trees: they listened to astara's symphony of horrid croaks with a weathered and weary disdain, their long limbs creaking as if offering their own sordid feedback.

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it had been the ingestion of one too many -- ten too many -- frogs. upon finding her vigor restored astara had first hit the caches with a mighty earnest - anything edible within sight was digested (unless it was a plant - to HELL WITH PLANTS!) and then, feeling her glut yet unsatisfied, astara had spent the next hour plucking frogs from their dismal pond; the cold made them sleepy, which made them slow, which made astara a very fat and content night-cub indeed.