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Prizmo, the Prismatic Werecain
Rubbing his head with one paw, Prizmo looked around, quirking a brow at his surroundings. This was something unusual. He didn't normally find himself in random places he didn't remember going to, at least. Unless he'd had a party, but he'd certainly remember if he'd had a party.
Stretching a bit and sniffed a few trees, finding nothing familiar. "Where the heck am I?" He didn't see anyone he recognized around, and the pack was nowhere to be found. Frowning, he just started to wander around... hoping that something he kinda knew would pop up. He saw the old lady well enough, but he chose not to speak, since she wasn't really talking to him, anyway. He'd leave her to her spiders.
((Sorry it took so long. ^.^))