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[lissla_lissar]

Lissar is out playing fetch with her dogs. It's fun to watch them run in the sunlight, over and over again as she tosses whatever they bring to her.

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[notascreensaver]

An object is thrown, and a barking yellow and red blur zooms past Lissar and after the object, red and yellow is quickly followed by aqua and orange.

"Frisket, no!"

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar laughs, and the dogs just tumble around the non-smelling canine. He's just another weirdness to them. (They play with Autobots. Many things are weird to them.)

"Good day!" she calls out. Where something like that is, a Sprite is surely near.

[notascreensaver]

Frisket catches and holds the thrown stick in his mouth and flops to the ground, growling and baring his teeth at the approaching pack of dogs.

S'mine now, Twerps. Back off.

[lissla_lissar]

Each of the dogs weighs almost as much as a grown man. They just do the dog equivalent of laughing and, well.

Dogpile.