I've got a pocket full of sunshine.

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The bronze werewolf had been all over the last few days, taking his injury as a chance to go out and explore that which was beyond his reach when he was on duty. He had been impressed by Whisper Beach, as well as Ethereal Eclipse...after a fashion. Now he was in a place calls Arachnea's Revenge, and it was a strange place indeed. Spigots protruded from the trees, and a human dwelling, different from others he'd seen, stood out, seemingly alone, within nature. It was while he wondered at all this that he saw a familiar face...attached to one of these spigots. "You know," he said, approaching slowly, studying her hands that appeared glued to the tree, "Every time I find you, you seem to be in trouble of some sort." He was quite a sight, stitches all along the right side of his face and across his nose, his right arm heavily bandaged and useless at his side. Even though he could only use his left, she didn't look like she needed too much extra power to get herself loose. "Would you like a hand?" ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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