Pochita
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With each passing moment, the sky grew darker, signaling that it was time for you to leave. However, before leaving, your attention was drawn to an injured chainsaw dog with orange fur. The dog eyed you warily, appearing to be injured and in need of blood.
— "Grrr... Woof!" Revving his chainsaw, Pochita would bark and take cover behind a tree.
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