Bug Frens!

The bugs drifted onward and, when the boy shifted his gaze, it landed on three canines he had never seen before. They seemed wolf like, waiting for him, one even seeming to beckon the boy forth, but his attention was focused on one in particular. The slate one… they seemed so sad. Gavroche's brow furrowed and a soft whine left his lips. "You don't need to be sad." He told them. "Will you tell me about it? Maybe talking will help you feel better." The winged lad had no idea the importance of these canines, or the medium route he would take with his sorrowful guide.

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OoC: Medium route please and thank.[/u]