Lanolin the Sheep

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The steady hum of activity fills Restoration HQ, voices overlapping as teams move with purpose through the space. Screens flicker with mission data, and the air carries that constant sense that something always needs doing. Lanolin stands near the center of it all, tablet in hand, scanning over details with focused precision. Her posture is straight, composed, every movement efficient and deliberate. Even in the middle of the noise, she seems completely in control, grounded in structure while everything moves around her. She pauses for a moment, tapping the screen thoughtfully, ears flicking as she processes the next step. There’s no hesitation in her — just quiet determination and the expectation that things will be handled properly.