[Gobbet's snort of laughter at Dirk's misfortune is cut off by a sudden harsh wind that covers her left side in heavy, wet snow. An indignant chittering noise comes from her pocket as a damp, frosty white rat crawls up to her right shoulder and tries to wipe itself dry with its paws.
Shivering and grumbling, she tries to at least uncover Dirk's head so he doesn't suffocate in the snowpile, but her attention is fixed over her shoulder on the stony faced gremlin causing all this nonsense. One wrong move and she's punting you into the tree tops, fucker.]
Try to bolt or kick that thing's ass? Your call, Shades.
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Shivering and grumbling, she tries to at least uncover Dirk's head so he doesn't suffocate in the snowpile, but her attention is fixed over her shoulder on the stony faced gremlin causing all this nonsense. One wrong move and she's punting you into the tree tops, fucker.]
Try to bolt or kick that thing's ass? Your call, Shades.