My word... *peeks into basket on arm* I do hope Firefoot was fond of Morning Glories... And I figure the dead won't mind dead flowers. I'll have to scatter some upon her grave, the poor dear. Though it seems I had best save some... Looks like we're in for it, dearies. By lynching or murdering...though a fine line it is between the two, yes it is...
Them werewolves are in for it if they try and get a piece of me! *shakes fist, unfortunately attached to the arm upon which the basket dangles, scattering dead flower blossoms upon the ground* Oh dear...I forgot about my flowers... *spots some carnations and runs over to them, inspecting them*
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