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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 1 
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 9/10
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] The Warrens, Snowdin
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 540 (+1 Exp)
[i]Panne, Yarne [@Lugubrious], [color=b34141]Papyrus[/color] [@Dark Cloud][/i]

 So the two were mother and son, soldiers even. At first glance, they did seem related, but Frisk didn't know how until they overheard Yarne's desperation for a break. Now, they didn't know much about military-like things, but...[i]geez[/i]. Can't you let up on the poor guy a bit? He's your dang son! The child wanted to say something about it, but found themselves trying to find the right words to not make Panne angry.

 On the plus side, she didn't shoo them away after they asked them a question, so the polite option worked well! They had tensed up a split second when the two heard them approaching. Did not expect that. And frankly, they got used to being called many version of "Human" a long time ago, didn't bother them at this point. While the mother was unphased at the mention of Treat, the sort of bravery Frisk can't help admire, her son eventually responded in fear.

 Apparently the wolf girl was a Wolfskin. Some sort of shapeshifter. And she had to use something called a Beaststone to transform? Apparently not?? The quiet child thought to themselves, a theory brewing in their head. How stable was Treat's two forms? Did she revert to a more animalistic sense of mind when she shapeshifted? If she lost her sense of self whilst transformed, would she remember when she reverted? They'd have to go find Albedo, ask him about it-

 Frisk would snap out of their thoughts when a sudden weight pushed their snowcap over their eyes. They moved it out of the way once the weight hopped off to see a familiar white dog. Fluffy, white, and charming if not for the hijinks it pulls. The child's brows rose, atleast the pesky pup persisted in their predicament. Though why was it in a rush?

 A familiar, jovial laughter would draw their attention next. Could it be??? Frisk spun around, their eyes widened to face one of their friends, alive and well, and just as happy to see them as they were him. The dog aside, the child returned Papyrus' hug with a chuckle. [color=67a4e0]"I'm glad you're okay."[/color]

 It was a good sign too! If Papyrus was here, then that sure as heck ment Sans was out there somewhere as well! Man, they must be worried about each other. Frisk made note to keep a look out for the lazybones. They looked back to Panne, who asked if they could let them continue with their drills. They were going to answer when they saw Yarne's reaction. Poor guy.

 [color=67a4e0]"Right. Just, please don't overwork him. Even if he is a soldier, he's still your kid, isn't he?"[/color] Frisk asked of Panne, trying to look out for the other taguel. [color=67a4e0]"C'mon, Paps!"[/color] With the newfound information, they began to make their way back to Albedo and Linkle, making sure they didn't walk too far ahead of the skeletal sentry. Hopefully they weren't gone long.

 [color=67a4e0]"Hey. Dunno where you ended up first, but did you manage to find anyone else? Sans? Undyne? Or did you just ended up in New Snowdin?"[/color] Frisk asked Papyrus. They were tempted to ask him about Flowey, but thought that the stupid flower wouldn't do them any good unless convinced.