[ No. Less existentially-inclined as he trails after the wolf, barely stopping to scent the air as his benefactor does — Lir's nose wrinkles, twitches, then tips down, as he privately admits the inevitable: no smell he can catch there. Maybe some mould?
...no, nothing at all. ]
How many are we? Is this our village?
[ Rather gloomy, if so, should Lir be allowed to say. ]
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[ No. Less existentially-inclined as he trails after the wolf, barely stopping to scent the air as his benefactor does — Lir's nose wrinkles, twitches, then tips down, as he privately admits the inevitable: no smell he can catch there. Maybe some mould?
...no, nothing at all. ]
How many are we? Is this our village?
[ Rather gloomy, if so, should Lir be allowed to say. ]