01-02-2019, 11:36 PM
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Peppino was in the process of gathering some last minute supplies for the evacuation when he caught the scent of something that wasn't from the volcano or any of his clanmates- at least, he hoped that the blood on the wind wasn't theirs. He expected there to be injuries considering the situation, but he had nonetheless held out on some lingering faith that they would manage to keep themselves together long enough to make it out of immediate danger. Drawing in a calming breath, the young canine tucked one last plantain leaf into a jar, settling it carefully in his satchel, and then he went to find the origin of the new scent. Fortunately, it wasn't a Typhooner.
Unfortunately, this stranger had found a bit of a bad time to show up on their doorstep. Then again, Pip wasn't certain how much longer they'd have a doorstep.
He gave the hyena a quick once-over, frowning faintly, though more thoughtfully than disapprovingly. "Ah, excuse me, did you need something with The Typhoon? We've got a bit of an issue with the volcano, so we're going to be evacuating. Do you need medical attention?"
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Unfortunately, this stranger had found a bit of a bad time to show up on their doorstep. Then again, Pip wasn't certain how much longer they'd have a doorstep.
He gave the hyena a quick once-over, frowning faintly, though more thoughtfully than disapprovingly. "Ah, excuse me, did you need something with The Typhoon? We've got a bit of an issue with the volcano, so we're going to be evacuating. Do you need medical attention?"
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