This is a bug, they don’t drop this

Theris are painters, change my mind.

Just make dye in cooking pot.

Yes yes, still alive hehe.

Uh well the major points.

- Been working on getting my Assoc. Degree and that's been hectic.

- I'm now aware that I have anxiety and have been having attacks lately (fun.)

- In better news, I'm trying to pursue VAing now and have managed to land at least one job! (Waiting to here back on others.)

Overall, I'm good. Ups and downs, but I'm alright :)

How've you been?

~CL1

P.S. Gator Loki will be bringing down a plate of spaghetti as an 'I'm sorry for abandoning you and forgetting you were in the dungeon.

Oops, sorry.

Forgot you existed since I’m IN A DUNGEON.

Oh goodie, give them here, give them here! I’ll spazz about your spacing another time.

(For sake of rereads, are you okay with me copying and pasting your story to a Pages file of my own?)

- President Loki smells like RANCH

I do care! Now instead of blossoms, you can smell like zesty ranch :D

You must admit, under the circumstances, I've been shockingly nice.

(Oh how I love my Portal references.)

I too reread Waning Unity instead of sleeping last night as a part of my random binge-reading ritual. I made a lot more mistakes than I thought, but there's very little I would change overall (which is saying a LOT for me.) That story was a masterpiece.

I have the first few chapters of TBOB written already, but I don't feel like retyping them to fix the spacing so if I do post them, they're gonna be a lil wonky... Sorry! I haven't gotten to writing the next few chapters yet because my brain decided that I should simultaneously get back to writing several different stories at once.

~CL1 has a headache and probably needs to sleep more.

Wow, thanks. I’m glad to know that you care so much about me, Mom…

I like TBOB. It’s like a mix of TBOBF and TBB (which personally I would prefer Bad Batch over Boba but who am I to say?) and it has a really nice ring to it.

Guess who just re-read Waning Unity and shed a few tears over the epilogues? Definitely not me…

- President Loki

And that fanfiction is then sectored as canon. :)

Is this blossom-scented shampoo? I only use the finest of lasting curls, thank you. This is so unfair. If I wasn’t so perfect I might consider going to extreme measures to get out. But I need to maintain my pristine loveliness.

Oh, goodie. I get to read while in prison, at least. :)

(Not me thinking you said TBOBF instead of TBOB-)

- President Loki is sad about this whole arrangement :(

President Loki, I watched season 2 too. It was good…till they turned Loki into a tree!!

Btw I LOVE your stories. Especially waning unity. 🥲. You could totally be a writer! Hope u have a great day. #FF4L.

-SunnyFox57.

P.S: my name used to be X-23 but I changed it because someone was impersonating me.

Co-owner, lol. Eh, you made the Howlverse, I basically just write fanfiction about it.

And nice try with the flattery, but you're not getting out THAT easy... *Chucks a half empty bottle of shampoo in the cell.* I suggest rationing your water according to what's most important for you: hair or thirst.

I'm going to probably end up posting TBOB here since Frost owns sky dye now, and I don't want the Howlverse to slowly start infecting all dyes hehe.

~CL1

Can you at least get me a mattress? The floor isn’t great on my hair. Lots of dust.

Yeah, go ahead, write what you please. At this point you’re practically the Howlverse’s co-owner so I really don’t care if you want to write spinoffs haha.

Can I come out now?

- President Loki

Why does this creature drop olive dye

You know what I just realized?

I’m the equivalent of that one son coming home from college and moving into his mom’s basement because he can’t afford his own rent.

I literally live in your Olive basement.

- President Loki

Kriff it. I guess it never posted. Sorry about that!

- President Loki

Hey, have you not posted 29 yet, or is it doing that thing where it's posted but won't show?

~CL1

I was just going to say the same to you lol.

And if I have to live with meat accordion, so do you.

~CL1

Hmmm... Tell you what. I'll write and post another chapter of TBOB if YOU post another chapter of ALH.

Neither one of us is writing lol.

~CL1

That’s how I feel about writing A Lone Howl. It’s so much work to write… even though Bone is in it and he’s fantastic.

I’ve never read that book and now I want to check it out. Thanks for the suggestion =)

I… don’t know how to respond to that short story of yours. But I will say it’s an elegant writing piece! …now I want to post a clip of a Star Wars fic I wrote (which has got to be one of my favorite pieces I’ve done).

Anyways. I’ll leave you to your cave and you can leave me to my dungeon.

- President Loki

Ooooh short, sweet, and spooky, just how I like em :D

It reminds me of a short story called "Dad Buries Bodies," which if you haven't read that, I highly suggest it, it's a really good one.

Glad to hear you liked the book! (I loved Noon's name too, that's why I made him leader of the Great Alphas lol) I suppose this means I ought to write more chapters, sigh.

~CL1's going back to her writing cave.

1. Uhh dunno, it'll work out lol.

2. No worries, just trying to make sure something wasn't wrong.

3. No it's been a bug, Dan sent a tweet saying he's fixed it, and it may take longer on some sections depending on the device.

~CL1

The Book of the Barghest

CHAPTER TWO

It had to be her fault. It was the only way she could justify the empty silence trailing behind her as she shuffled off to some

unknown place.

Manta had thought back, replaying her day with the pups back again in her head. Could she have made a mistake somewhere? Did she feed them the wrong thing, or let them drink from filthy water? Had they been stung or bitten by something while she was looking away? She could have sworn she’d kept a close eye on them, but there was always room for error when only one pair of eyes was responsible for keeping watch over five restless little bodies. Still, how could that

possibly be her fault?

Years with Whitewave told her it had to be so. The Lake Pack Alpha had proven himself just on every occasion she’d born witness to. He had practically raised her, taking her in before he had pups to call his own. He’d called her their big sister, trusted her, and loved her as deeply as family; that was the only reason she’d been allowed to leave still breathing when it was clear Gar wanted nothing more than to skin her, then and there.

Manta had been arrogant and selfish. The signs were all there, after all; dead things littered all around her near-constantly.

It was excusable at first, just patches of wilted flowers here and there. Then it began to spread, and suddenly every step she’d ever taken was marked out in a path of dead vegetation and grayed water.

Then came the illness, taking the young and old in a sparse pattern. Still, Whitewave looked the other way and put the pups in her care for the day as he and Gar handled some business with the Oracle. Just a day. They’d been perfectly fine, running and jumping and playing and bickering. She’d led them back, exhausted but lively, to the alpha den where they were certain

to be safe.

And then Gar’s screams woke Manta from her sleep.

She, like every other wolf, rushed from where she’d been comfortably resting only to see Gar running out of her den and throwing herself to the ground as she wailed in agony. Whitewave walked out of the den somberly, carrying his limp pups out two at a time and laying them in a line in front of his mate’s paws. Manta’s breaths had hitched in her throat, and she could feel her heart stop when Gar’s eyes traveled up to meet hers.

All of it had been a blur, and she could hardly recall anything. Hazy voices fighting one another, Gar demanding Manta be put to death with her children, Whitewave begging for Gar to see reason, Gar threatening to kill Manta herself if the alpha didn’t take action, Whitewave’s heavy and clouded eyes as he told Manta that she was no longer welcome in Lake Pack, the mix of hate-filled glares and fearful stares as she distanced herself from the only place she’d called home … Every memory; it was all there, just far away.

Manta being at fault was the only way she could make sense of it all.

There had to be justice in this somewhere, she just couldn’t see it yet. Regardless, she would bear this burden with a bold face and no remorse as she always did to boost the confidence of the little ones around her. There were no more little ones but she had to be strong, even if she didn’t know who she was being strong for anymore.

~CL1