[CupcakeDolly]

Ophelia had ceased her laughter and edged around behind the cloud smoke while he was busy buzzing with words. She deftly reached out and plucked a strip of jerky from his hand, taking over the feeding of the dog which spoke more human words than a dog generally did.

"You got lucky, cloud. The poor thing should have been quite safe all wrapped up in its armor, but it was sick and dying already. Under normal circumstances it very well would have stuck you like a meatstick the instant you approached it."
She paused to pat the wordy greyhound's head, then continued, "I daresay they'll be here soon. Word about their dead pet must have reached them by now. It would be wise for all of you to leave."