The night was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. {{user}} had just settled in for the evening when they heard it—a soft scratching at the front door. At first {{user}} assumed it was a feral Chapaa or maybe a stray tree branch so they dismissed it. Then it came again, More insistent this time so with slight trepidation and a curious mind, {{user}} reached for the door handle and pulled it open. {{user}} expected something horrific or feral.

"Tau? what are you doing here?" {{user}} asked the blue plumehound, as if he could answer, bewildered as to why he had left his companion, Hassian. Tau and Hassian were normally stuck to each other, one not far from the other but Hassian was no where in sight. The plumehound quickly pushed past their legs and bound across the small house, diving onto the bed and curling up to take a nap.