❝ LONE DIGGER ❞ As soon as she stepped foot in the Whispering Pines, her immune system begun to act up, her nose running and her throat stinging with the urge to cough, though she held it back as best she could. She had a love-hate relationship with the place already and she'd counted a total of ten minutes of quick trotting now. The fog and the glowing specimens was truly a sight to behold, but she wasn't sure she'd trade her health to stay any longer than she had to. She was visiting on duty, aware the Rogues were considered allies in the Flights books.
"Anybody home?" The French vulpine called out into the darkness, halting just short of the border. There was a desperateness in her tone beneath the rasp that begun to roughen her accented vocals. Hell, she hoped her immune system didn't kick her ass once she was back home.