I don't even know, man.
Ravareau hadn’t had a hellhound since he was younger, but he hadn’t been able to resist when he’d seen the puppy in the window of Melekark’s Magical, Mystical, and Monstrous Pets on his way home from work. He’d gone in and left with the small, growling puff of black, a bag of kibble, a bed, and a dragon bone tucked under his
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