Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-28718853-20190625165839

The mage had just returned from an intense battle with an archmage. Granted, he was unhurt, but most of his comrades were and are currently recuperating at the Inari Springs. His home is a tiny house deep in the woods and there is nothing he wants more than to throw off his boots and sleep on his bed.

He reaches for the partially rusted doorknob when he feels something soft and fuzzy wrap around him. His frantic thoughts about his injured friends melt away into confidence that they would be fully healed.

"You seem like you've been through a lot. Let me tend to your needs," a calming voice whispers in his ear.

The mage begins to rest in the Weresheep's caring arms.