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When they emerged from the trees onto the main road into Barrowmere, Connor started and jerked forward. Before he could take off in a run, Isengrim grabbed his shoulder and held him back. “Stay with us,” the Werelupe King said. “Remember… you do not look like yourself anymore. We will keep you safe.”

Connor looked crestfallen, but he seemed to have an ounce of sense as he moved behind Isengrim with a sullen pout.

“The good news is,” Isengrim said as he led the way onto lantern-lit cobblestones, “we have arrived late enough that there should not be many Neopets on the street. They should not give us too much trouble. Connor, would you direct us to your house?”

“Right—go down the high street for a bit,” the boy said, “and I’ll tell you where to turn.”

Rain had recently passed through the area, leaving puddles that the pack occasionally splashed through. The Werelupes clustered closer together now, craning their necks to look at lit windows, smoke rising from chimneys, and carriages parked on the side of the street. Barrowmere seemed as alien a place as Kreludor. It was certainly not the comfortable caves of the Werelupe Burrows.

 

 What, you thought he was talking about the ocean? :)

 I swear so many criminals are self-defeating due to their own stupidity.

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Suhel hated getting sick. It was all just a big bother, having a scratchy throat and a stuffy nose and being weak and tired. She wanted to be at her best for Lord Isengrim and their pack, not dial back and have to recuperate. Although she kept herself in excellent condition so that she did not fall ill often, it still inevitably happened from time to time. That didn’t mean she had to like it, though.

But this illness felt different. She had never coughed so violently before—it shook her whole body and made her ribs hurt, and there were times when she struggled to breathe. And she felt so lethargic, like someone had put a heavy weight on her, making everything except sleep more difficult.

For the past few days, she had tried to ignore it, but the symptoms had been steadily worsening. Suhel only hoped Isengrim would find what he was looking for soon, and then they could go home and she could curl up on her bed of comfortable furs and sleep it off.

 

 Don't ask for a mouse unless you want one, friendo.

 Well, this one was fun!

Last Fossil Friday, we were talking about sauropods (yay <3) and how many of them probably ate cycads, which are toxic. Fellow paleoartist Amanda Perry had the great idea that maybe sauropods themselves were toxic because of this. And so of course I had to conjecture that they were colored like poison dart frogs. And then she was like "DRAW THAT", so... what else was I supposed to do? :)

As a result of this, I got to draw lots of lovely sauropods (and I snuck a basal sauropodomorph in there too)! You may notice (if you're as big of a nerd as me) that there are no brachiosaurids or rebbachisaurids in this bunch--that's because those guys appear to have been high browsers and very low grazers, respectively, so I'm not sure they would be eating cycads which were more of a mid-height food. This is scientifically accurate wild speculation, people!

I tried to make this look like a poster you could buy at a museum in an alternate universe.

 Friendship is magic!