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The door to the bar sloooooowly opens. It doesn't look like there's anyone behind it, unless you look down.
There is a coyote poking her nose into Milliways and flicking a look around. Pushing the door all the way open, she trots over to the fireplace. Then, she pulls a cushion off one of the armchairs and sets it on the floor where the warmth reaches.
And then she leaves.
And then she comes back, this time carrying a young coyote pup by the scruff of his neck. The whole process repeats once again, and then she lets the door shut behind her, and heads over to the fire.
Anyone making smart comments will be set on fire.
There is a coyote poking her nose into Milliways and flicking a look around. Pushing the door all the way open, she trots over to the fireplace. Then, she pulls a cushion off one of the armchairs and sets it on the floor where the warmth reaches.
And then she leaves.
And then she comes back, this time carrying a young coyote pup by the scruff of his neck. The whole process repeats once again, and then she lets the door shut behind her, and heads over to the fire.
Anyone making smart comments will be set on fire.