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[Action to 945 Beulah Street]

[Goodbye drone husband. Hello Signless who is getting the most restful sleep he's gotten in sweeps. It's almost a shame he's a terribly light sleeper. Even small noises or movements on the other side of the bed will wake him.

Care to test it?]

[Phone]

From what I've- oh, am I not holding it right? I apologize- thank you. From what I've been told I'm no longer on Alternia. I'm not sure how much of a blessing I can call this but I'm sure I'll get used to this town. Being a completely different species, however, will take some adjusting.

Lulu, Di, Psi- if any of you are here, please do not hesitate to let me know. That includes anyone else who may be from Alternia and those who are not. I'd like to meet the..."locals" for lack of a better term.

I'm afraid I must come off as very rude for not introducing myself before asking to meet people. If you wish to call me by a name, you may call me Signless.

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[She smelled him first. An unfamiliar, foreign male scent on the air stirred her from her sleep. From where Arf laid on the floor, blocking the bedroom door from being opened by the drone she chased out every night, she raised her head and scented the air.

The source was close by. Too close. Rising from the ground, the very large, orange Mid-Childan wolf turned her attention to the bed. Fate wasn't alone in it. Arf crept over to the bed on the side the male was on and drew her lips back in a silent snarl, revealing her fangs. Her hackles were up, but she didn't attack. She knew this had to be the replacement for the male drone, but she needed to make a point early on.

So, poised with her jaws less than a foot from the male's head, Arf waited for him to wake... and watched.]