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brain experiencing the nearest thing to a caffeine high plowed onward trough the jodai's aloofness. 

"unto th' breach, then!" gucci pranced on, leading the charge.

...

his speed did not last. their walk was likely slower than the blessedly long-legged wolf was used to, the dog enthusiastically wheezing by the time they reached the serpent.

"sheesh!" exclaimed he, muzzle wet and breathing quick after gulping frigid riverwater. "tha' sure does plenty fer exercisin'!"

he spent another moment panting, taking in the sparsely snowy landscape. then, he turned his head towards the jodai.

"cannot image man like ya e'er gits tired o' this view."