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That night, as the humans make what will be their last camp for the trip, the WooFPAK makes a plan. They don’t know how a bird might mourn another bird, but they know how a dog mourns a dog –
Bellum is a squat woman, with brilliant red, orange, and yellow curls framing her face. She claps her hands together as she approaches, a gaggle of strangers trailing behind her. Some of them are fire sprites, like herself. Others appear
The clambering, barking, yipping, yowling, and hissing dies down. The crowd clears, enough that a bald eagle can step into the center of the Room. The eagle has no official name. He belongs to James Buchanan, and shares the White
Princess isn’t sure if she’s glad to be out of the car or not. The earth is solid under his paws, steady and unyielding. The wind is calm and cool, all signs of a storm having passed on, leaving nothing
“We’re going in there,” says WooFZee, sounding resigned. “We’re going in there,” says MeaZea, sounding excited. She gives WooFZee a reassuring pat, and then a scratch between the ears. WooFZee wags his tail. “Alright, fine. Let’s get this over with.
The Room is crowded when Bruce and Jack arrive, which is very, very strange. It appears to be some sort of a meeting! Or rather, it looks like it was supposed to be a meeting. Instead, the various animals that
