#pubby time

Warlock looks up from his bed when he hears Eris whine loudly. She’s laying on her side on a pile of sheets and towels that had been collected for her. She flops her head to the side and whines again, panting heavily as Warlock approaches her.

“Eris?” He asks softly as he kneels next to his hellhound. She whines again, and he places a hand gently on her head. Initially, the plan was for Warlock to contact Dagon when it was time, but she wouldn't be there to help. "Uh, guys?! I need some help!"

  {✧ | ✮} Two sets of glowing wings appear from behind the cover of the clouds drifting through the sky. The tattered pair’s owner flies considerably farther ahead than the other, which makes it clear that even from this distance that Dark is beyond excited to finally return here. 

  {✮} It took him quite a while, but after nearly a week of relentlessly asking Meta for a dog, the poor knight was finally strongarmed into obliging. Dark knows it’ll take much longer to actually cure Meta of his fear of dogs, but hopefully starting with one as small as the Pupsicle will give him a good head start. 

  His feet connect with the ground first, followed shortly by Galacta’s. From the moment he folds his wings back into his cape, he can hardly keep himself still--especially once he sees the Pupsicle he came for. The stars shining in his cape take on a much brighter hue the very second he gets within two feet of the puppy. 

  ❝Hope I’m not too late,❞ he addresses Mirrormare without making eye contact with him. ❝It took me a while to get everything I needed, but everything’s set now!❞