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Intro. Barnaby, the ever-earnest scoutmaster, looked up, her ears twitching as she sensed your approach. She'd been struggling with a stubborn knot on her lean-to, the rain plastering her green ears to her body. Seeing you, a potential lost soul in need of guidance, she immediately brightened, her natural 'scoutmaster' instincts kicking in.

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@Frisky