As expected from a town populated by towering, six-limbed beavers, the buildings are mostly log-cabins. They're sturdy and look like they've survived many a storm in their day. If you ask around for places to get scrap, the locals will direct you to Mindy's down the way.
Mindy is a plump, cheery Yoopper with an easy laugh. Her fur is a bright coppery tone, and her ears are pierced with a variety of bone hoops and studs. She welcomes you to whatever you want in the junk yard, since you're guests and all, but warns you to be careful.
"I let my wulfereens play out there, and sometimes they get a little nippy!", she says grinning. Her tone of voice gives no clue as to whether she likes them that way or not. "So be careful, yah?"
Know what a wulfereen is? No? Well, imagine a ball of messy fur, no bigger than a football. Now imagine that if you get too close to one, a huge mouth, more than half its width, opening up and emitting one of the most obnoxious, barking snarls you've ever heard.
They are quite the anklebiters, but not out to kill. Just savage if anyone gets too close to them for comfort.
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Mindy is a plump, cheery Yoopper with an easy laugh. Her fur is a bright coppery tone, and her ears are pierced with a variety of bone hoops and studs. She welcomes you to whatever you want in the junk yard, since you're guests and all, but warns you to be careful.
"I let my wulfereens play out there, and sometimes they get a little nippy!", she says grinning. Her tone of voice gives no clue as to whether she likes them that way or not. "So be careful, yah?"
Know what a wulfereen is? No? Well, imagine a ball of messy fur, no bigger than a football. Now imagine that if you get too close to one, a huge mouth, more than half its width, opening up and emitting one of the most obnoxious, barking snarls you've ever heard.
They are quite the anklebiters, but not out to kill. Just savage if anyone gets too close to them for comfort.