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Junior listened with a quirked brow as Snowl regaled her, thinking to herself, Well, that escalated quickly. She didn't comment aloud, not wanting to interrupt him. His story was so juicy that she didn't want to miss any of the dramatic details.

"That's the most dramatic backstory I've ever heard," she told him once he finished, peering closely at his face. Snowl seemed unperturbed by the gruesomely tragic tale. Perhaps a lot of time had passed. "Do you actually have thirty-one sisters or is that an exaggeration?" she wanted to know next.

Before her impromptu companion could answer her, Junior stumbled over something and nearly face-planted. Although she managed to avoid this, she looked down to find her left forepaw twisted and caught in a fissure in the earth. She frowned thoughtfully and wiggled her foot, eventually freeing it. The joint ached a little when she moved it, though.

"That's another thing I miss, along with the food," she muttered to herself. "I totes took Aunt Willow for granted."