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It truly was like a pet animal cemetary; luckily not the one like Steven King's version where these animals came back from the death while being evil 'n all. For a few seconds he looked around from left to right, carefully analyzing the situation while seeing nothing but bones and remainders of creatures that once were alive and well. A sad sigh passed from his leathery lips as he realized what sort of tragedy took place here. "Could it be like a gigantic flood, fire or other disaster of nature that made these creatures die, here, all at once?"

Turning back to Wrean, he intently listened to all her words with a gleeful smile. The comment about the weasel made him chuckle. "Is that so? I bet you have experienced some adventures and nice moment with that weasel, no?" The yearling would ask further but his attention span was short-lived and already he tumbled on other words. "Val-wutttt?" His heart was suddenly filled with a newfound curiosity. "Corny Cornu-cup? Idontknowwhatthatis." Oh, how stories captured his heart and painted the edges of his imagination.