No Future, No Past, All You Are Is Bear Food

Dómari nodded as Resin spoke. "Yea, no kidding. I honestly can't thank you both enough. If you ever need anything from me let me know. The way I see it I owe you. My pack is called Valhalla." The colorful woman left but in moments she was back to tend to his scruff. He held still as best he could while she applied the ointment, flinching as he did so but once the cream was in place it began to feel better.

Dómari stood and gazed in the direction he needed to head. "Thanks again. You two take care." With that he started heading back to Valhalla. He had quite a story to tell now to anyone who would listen. Hopefully no one would be too mad about him almost getting eaten.

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