[center][h2]MEANWHILE IN THE KITCHEN[/h2][/center]

A great war had been fought, with heavy casualties on each side. Mutt had stuffed himself silly, then walked, or more the less crawled from the kitchen, dragging his stomache behind, within which sausages an bacon still battled for freedom. Mutt began a slow and epic journey back to his burrberry bush to go back and sleep off the "being full." Along the way he would have to cross the paths of explosions, mages, students, teachers, and his favorite spot, where he had first met his friend Sol, who even as a human had taught him things about his heritage as a werewolf.