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[@Overlord Thraka] [@BrightSteel]

[color=39b54a]"You don't know what a RoUS is.. it's...it's ...a rabid...offensive...underground...Slab of meat!"[/color] Lug patted the little werelion on his back. He thought that's what Dawn had said they were called, but that was a few months ago, and Lug's memory was...hazy. 

The little RoUS stirred in his hands, trying to hide it's head away in the folds of his arm. As they approached the camp, a large fire burned in the center, with no signs of Demetri. Lug handed the dead mother to a fellow lowly, who proceeded to skin the beast. 

Lug waved the werelion to his tent, where a few peoples were taking shelter. They thanked Lug for allowing them to use the space and walked out. Lug pulled a blanket from a pile housing an assortment of random items, one of which being a small cage. He slipped the baby RoUS inside as it shivered, not used to the bitter cold above the sewer.
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"Little werelion,"[/color] Lug boomed, much too loudly for the small space. [color=39b54a]"I must see a magic woman, and find a hot rock for this little creature." "You can stay if you'd like, or join me in another glorious adventure to the magic store!"[/color]