Pick your poison.

Fir

"Hmnmm.. I mean.. We could always play again another day.." The swamp wolf ruminated out loud. "You could play a fighter next time, they aren't as squishy so you might not die if something attacks." Healer probably wasn't the best choice for this kind of story. Fir was willing to admit that it may have been an error on her part for even allowing the option, though she was a little less willing to actually admit it out loud. "I can start thinking up another story whenever, just drop by the mangrove when you're up for it. Regardless, I've got something for you for playing with me. Ochkane fan me helon, yolwan wan."

The chubby platypus waddled a few short steps toward the galaxy girl and spat out a single stray tooth. "It's from my collection. It's a deer tooth. Welp, see you around I guess." the yearling offered up one last smile before gesturing to her chunky friend that she was leaving and turning to head back to the mangrove. "Fra wanap fankane."

*Fennish translation: Time for the tooth, swamp lard. -- Meet back home.

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