[Joy takes it in her hand-paws and slings it over her shoulder carefully before turning away and looking up at the churned incline of snow she'd slipped down.
Within a few seconds, she manages to scramble back up to more solid ground. Hah, she knew it. Turns out there's an advantage to being a pipsqueak! (sometimes.)]
Alright, here ya go. Grab on. [she holds the rifle down to her, looking pretty proud to be of help.]
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Within a few seconds, she manages to scramble back up to more solid ground. Hah, she knew it. Turns out there's an advantage to being a pipsqueak! (sometimes.)]
Alright, here ya go. Grab on. [she holds the rifle down to her, looking pretty proud to be of help.]