Lying like a dead dog, White Wolf watched quietly as the people in the room boiled water and debated whether they should have hot pot or go straight for roasted whole dog.
However, debate all they wanted—the Doggy was now facing a thorny, yet not entirely thorny, problem.
Namely, let alone boiling water, even ladling a pot of magma wouldn't help it shed its fur. Besides, its master and mistress both intended to eat dog meat; if they couldn't actually get any, wouldn't they really end up stewing it?
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