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It was beautiful.
It was idyllic.
Sylvie lurched forward like a creature straight out of the Black Lagoon.
PlEaSe...she begged, feathers quivering as the words fell from her beak,
I cAn'T lIvE lIke ThIs...
The massive she-wolf in front of her seemed to panic. It appeared to be the sort of panic that left her completely inert, unable to speak, unable to move, and Sylvie paused in her dramatic crawl forward as she realized this bitch wasn't going to help her at all.
I said kill me, you fat cow,she said abruptly, all traces of being an eldritch horror gone from her tone. She just sounded annoyed.
You think you're fucking upset? How do you think I feel? God, all wolves are so selfish. This is a goddamn waste of time.
Sylvie scowled, as much as a beak stapled to a wolf skull could scowl.
Can you at least tell me where I am, or where the nearest cliff is I can launch myself off of? This sucks enough without you making me feel even worse.

