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Pasque nearly slipped right off the log when somebody made a noise behind him. He managed to regain his footing just in time to not fall into the stinky pit of muddy mess, and instead carefully repositioned himself to face the speaker. "Why, you're the lucky first one to ask!" he beamed, his tail wagging and flipping specs of mud this way and that.

"The elders of my pack sent me on a mission to spread our customs," Pasque explained. "And I intend to do just that. My name's Pasque Springborn." He fell silent then, passing her the imaginary speaking stick.