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That whole apocalypse thing going on outside? Shephard's only peripherally aware of it. When you share your room with nine alien puppies and one very hungry alien puppy mama, a lot of your attention is going to be perpetually elsewhere. That includes today. You see, the pups were born about three weeks ago, and while Shephard's not entirely clear on houndeye developmental timelines, he does know that Earth dogs need to start meeting other people and other dogs at around that age. And that Mrs. Wilson is no longer as grouchy and territorial as she's been the past few weeks.
So, uh. Cracks and crystals and general weirdness aside, there's now an area over near the fire containing one full-sized alien eyeball dog and a good nine little wrigglers all clambering over each other and their mama, emitting tiny metallic-sounding yips and wrestling all over a very tired Marine's feet.
The End of All Endings can go [STATEMENT REDACTED; YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO KNOW].
So, uh. Cracks and crystals and general weirdness aside, there's now an area over near the fire containing one full-sized alien eyeball dog and a good nine little wrigglers all clambering over each other and their mama, emitting tiny metallic-sounding yips and wrestling all over a very tired Marine's feet.
The End of All Endings can go [STATEMENT REDACTED; YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO KNOW].