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ITEM (Nothing To Use!)

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ACT (Searching!)

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RUN (Nowhere to Go!)

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In his dazed state, he had yet to realize(nor notice) that this was perhaps not the best place for a little wolf to find himself. Scrambling up and leaning fawnish, gangly legs up on the counter of the bar, he stretched out to look around and across.

More of those foul-smelling, rotten berries. Some ladies and gentlewolves eating and smacking their fill. Some individuals muttering odd whats-its to each other and then some more belting of that poorly pitched pooch from behind him. The attention of the room seemed to be split between many points down here, and for a moment, he considered that going up might find him more successful in his search.

Uh–hola, (hello,) hello, bonjour, (hello,) He prattled off to whomever he could reach. There was first a black-and-white man which he decided he did not like his angle of, and then he whipped around to bark at a long-furred individual who looked rather similar. Only, she seemed much more decent, and preoccupied with the red man he figured must've owned the place. An old pasty wrinkle-ridden dame sauntered by some distance away and Southeast waved his paw, only to pull himself away from the counter as that man sung AGAIN. He knew asking directly for help was better than hoping somewolf would come to answer him, but. Come on.

Grimacing and deciding he was better off elsewhere, tan fur shuffled about along the near-swaying rickety floor in search of—

Of…

There was.. A bright thing, that caught his eye. First he’d thought it was some kind of small fire they had lifted to burn and bring more light to the establishment, but… It wasn’t fire colored. A deep worry churned like storming ocean waves within him as he stared; a longhaired, black and white(but a different one now) wolf peeled back the floor.

Gotcha! Talons were upon him and his eyes widened, but by lifting his chin to look above, he saw who he had been looking for. Somewhat.

They began to fuss, worrying and wondering what he had been up to in their short time apart. The little Druid, however, could not peel his eyes away from what looked like a tiny piece of river that had come out of the floor. Juniper, Rising in protest, then nodding toward caution, his dark brown nose drooped back toward Old Droopy-fur and Gold Tooth. For once, he and his ears stood at attention, even if he was sat back on the floor with his forepaws on his Guardian’s own.

Did the Howff have magical floors? Could they send Stardust to look? His grip tightened on their banded gloves, staring ahead distrustfully.