As you open the door, Blizzard doesn't even try to be your loveable pet. Her sky blue eyes study you with suspicion and barely concealed enmity, as she's wrapping her long, incredibly fuzzy and thick tail around her left side. She wrinkles her nose, and turns away, grunting words: "Well there I am: Blizzard. Your pet or whatever got dropped off. ...Surprise! I'm supposed to sell myself well and be seductive or the like, but I won't. So, seen enough? Throwing me away? She growls to herself.
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