Pick your poison.

Upon Fir's instruction she gave one of what she could only assume would be many more confused glances, first at the wolf, and then at the rocks. This sure was.. interesting, but with nothing to lose Noelie pawed at the dice, causing it to quite literally "roll" over. "Uh.. there are 18... uh.. little dots? Pockmarks? What does that mean?" Noelie was so confused, and how this rock even related to the game was still lost on her, but she had no choice but to trust Fir not to be a cheater in whatever this game was, though at the present moment the yearling felt like she might be losing.

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