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"Cougar...?" she whispered in a voice that was slung low in reverence. Cthulhu had never seen a cougar before. Their like didn't inhabit the deep north. They were mythical creatures according to Dygra. Dygra had been mad, but Cthulhu loved her deeply and believed every word she and the other cultists said. That was the duty of a daughter who was equally made.

"We know... n-no cougarses," she whined as she grovelled, changing into yet another tense meant to refer to her singular self. "We've seen no cougars, they are mythical, they come from... the monsters," and having concluded her thought, Cthulhu's eyes bugged out.

"The Ferdie is a cougar?" This was asked meekly and it was with a begging expression that ahe stared up at Jace. He was a handsome wolf but Cthulhu couldn't notice that. She was a coywolf who knew only shadows, nightmares, and drivel. "Can... can you take us to see it?"