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Poopy post from me RIP

Eldritch heard the summons from Jaxxon from her usual place - tending her herb stores and such.
With interest piqued, the Shepherd rose from her sitting position and made her way up the slopes, her paws gracing the ground with minimal noise.
As the wraith finally joined Jaxxon, she offered him an intrigued expression, but no words just yet - she assumed he would tell her what this was all about, when Pollux also arrived.

Pollux had gotten back the night before, from her adventure out that had her ending up in some abomination of a pyramid that scorched her, leaving her paws burnt as she fled from the magic within like the dream visitor had suggested she do.

It had been bad enough, looking for the aloe plants, getting yet another weird dream, and then the unbearable heat had followed her into the next patch of territory. She'd had to take the long way home, up and around, suck up the pain radiating in her pawpads (oh she missed SHOES) as she made her way back into the blessed mists of her home mountain.

Hell if she would go back that way again.

She woke to Jaxxon 's call, yawning and stretching, shaking her fur to be presentable before trotting her way towards the remaining father and giving a nod to Eldritch once she approached. Good morning daddy Ever the woman playing the sweet baby girl routine, though this body was going through the throes of adolescence. She was strong, dependable, even if she played up being the sweetheart.

At least, until it came to sparring.