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[A white wolf comes trotting onto the Plane, grass and flowers sprouting everywhere she steps, though they quickly dissolve back into nothing. She comes to a stop and looks around once before sitting down.]

Not the Celestial Plain, certainly. [Brow wrinkles in a wolfish frown.] And no trick of Waka's, either. This sort of thing is beyond him.

[She is quiet for a moment, surveying the stars with a discomfited look in her eyes.]

This place smells strange.

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Peace is always a good thing. It's something you really don't appreciate until it's gone.