MISTER GRINCH | MEETING 12.15

[VALE]

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Right on time for her first meeting in the Ass-scent-ants, the she-wolf managed to get herself cleaned up. Apparently these animals were a tad more civilized than the ones from back home; smelling like dead deer, apparently, ‘upset the children’ or some shit. Like Vale cared about children. Children smelled worse than her, with their nasty vomit and shit! But, she had to admit, it was nicer walking around when she didn’t occasionally get a whiff of her own ‘funk.’

Spotting her brother in the crowd, the lanky she-wolf walked over to him and took a seat – but not before playfully smacking him in the shoulder for a greeting. She didn’t know jack shit about what a lunar lieutenant did, but she knew a promotion always came with a bump in responsibilities (and pay, but nobody in this world seemed to have a strong enough government to form their own currency). “Congratulations, Clare-bear,” she chuckled, proud of him. Seemed that he got more shit done than her in their first few weeks here, though that shouldn’t have surprised her – he’d always been the dependable one. She, on the other hand… fucked up a spell she had one shot at, because she was too impatient to practice drawing the symbols.

Looking back at the leader – who, quite frankly, she ought to remember his name by now – the wolf’s ears flicked as she tried to think of a damn question. Well, a lot of what he said did confuse her. But she’d rather not rattle off a ten-page questionnaire, because even she wouldn’t be able to sit through the lecture that’d be needed to catch her up to speed on how this world worked. “Yeah, Boss, why’re we celebrating? And do we need to pay to attend the party?” she called out, thinking that would make the most sense. While she enjoyed hot chocolate and presents, admissions fees were sneaky little bastards.