Sawtooth Spire sailing through the mist, into the abyss, if you knew, would you sail out to me?

Wylla was still muzzy from sleep, trying to comprehend words with no cylinders firing to make any sense of them, when something cold and hairless collapsed over her thin muzzle and began moving.

WHAT THE FUCK!! she shrieked, leaping to her feet with her fur all on end. Phaedra proudly announced that what she'd dropped was the biggest worm ever, but Wylla was too busy skittering away from the undulating boa and shuddering with disgust to admire the size of said worm.

You can't just drop worms on people! she chided, voice edging on a horrified whine. Where did you even find that thing?! Whether it was a mutant worm or not remained to be seen—Wylla hadn't inspected it closely enough to know it was, in fact, a snake.