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Tonight was pretty ordinary for White Lily Cookie. At least until her antennae picked up a scent way too familiar. The scent of vanilla strengthened as she followed it. Cracking sounds slowly crept their way into her increased hearing.
Turns out it came from Pure Vanilla Cookie. Feathers coated almost his entire body while his legs were bird-like. His arms were contorted into wings along with a rather small beak.
She suspected the Hero of Truth wouldn’t be used to that kind of pain. The tears are right there after all. The WerePyrallis approached him and gently laid a hand on his back. He quickly turned to her direction then immediately went to hug her. Her response was a hug back along with a comforting trill.