[WaterMelody]

OOC: *sigh* year twelve FTL D: oh yeah, long post (well by my standards)

IC: Scri snapped out of her daze. Barking? that didnt seem like something normal to hear when envisioning about your eventual demise. The sound was defineatley coming from the cafateria, so scri, being as curious as she was, decided to ignore her gut feeling for a little while and go in.

As she scanned the room, Scri found the source of the commotion was a slog. almost everyone in the cafateria was just staring at it, while a lone steef (Kotez) gave the slog a bone. Scri had never seen a slog up close before, sure she'd seen them with the sligs back at her old facility but they were always too far away to see. Sneakily, scri followed the slog and sat close enough to get a good look at it, but not so close that it could attack her instantly if it decided it was still hungry.