SEAL YOUR FATE WHEN YOU SWALLOW UP —
hebe probably didnt need to actually visit all five of their allies but the little gross hellwolf was determined! despite the feeling her poor thin legs were now seriously sore approaching the third territory. 'GIFTS!!!!' now her little greeting-formality-introduction moment had grown fatally tiring, so now she was just getting to the point. people needed to do that a lot more often. 'the works! you need it hebe has it! for free!!' with a dramatic slap agaisnt the earth in front of the visitor sat a big potato sack of offerings. now she waited to see the folk who inhabited the place so they could accept her big autumn present. hopefully the charismatic cartelian youth could really engage with someone and at least make a friend out of this, as she did everywhere the thug girl went.
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