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Liliana shrieked as Jackson came trudging over.

“What happened to you?” She snorted, looking at his fur. It was so muddy it looked brown.

She shoved him into a nearby lake, jumping in after with Lilac in pursuit. They washed off, their pelts slick with water. The dirt slowly came off, and they redressed. They shook off the water before pulling the cloak, belt, and worn on, however. At last they curled up to sleep. (Jackson was a bit awkward.) Liliana, for once, had peaceful, joyful dreams. (Not nightmares, mind you.) Lilac, on the other hand, had a nightmare in which all the plants in a deep, dark forest were discussing her death. She was falling...falling...falling...

And in Jackson’s dream he heard a dull thud, and saw a fox fall on the ground. He heard and saw the same once awake.