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I have created a simp hahaha

Sobeille told him. Her muzzle tickled the tufty hair in his ear as she whispered a location but no name – and no reason. She did not reveal whether he would be unearthing bones or swollen, putrid flesh, or who might take offense at finding pieces of their relative or friend sprinkled upon the earth. Equal parts horror and excitement bubbled in Sam's guts, spiked with a generous measure of adrenaline. It registered on his face as something akin to constipation.

He was really doing this.

She pulled back and stared at him with hard, yellow eyes. Sam felt an overwhelming urge to please her – and a little thrill at the prospect of being told he had done well, even though Sobeille seemed like the sort that would rather suck on a dead clam than give a compliment.

There was a little shudder of reverence in his voice when Sam said "Alright," and backed up a few steps. He looked so very young when he added, hopefully, "My name is Sam."