Northstar Vale Gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam

Ah, there was his mother now. Chae allowed the tension to melt from him, stretching out with one paw pushing the somewhat-rotted head away and into the light. Hello mother, He blinked, as perfectly composed as if he'd returned from a morning stroll. I met some very disagreeable men. I know you hate to see me so unkempt - but I've brought you a gift, see?

With his final words a boyish grin broke across his features, and he gestured to the head. Yet the expression faded quickly; he turned somber as he went on: They meant to keep me for some dreadful purpose, I'm sure. The men, they called themselves, ah - Chae wrinkled his nose as if tasting something sour. Sunfil.

Then he slumped as if abruptly exhausted by his speech. Oh, but it was so stressful! Mother would fix it, of course.