"Fan-fucking-tastic." the little woman yells back through the smog. The impeding approach of the lycanroc having been cut short lifts a weight from her shoulders but not from her attitude.

Maiya can't help but feel like what should have been a nice little cuddle fest with these fluffy beasts has become an obnoxious mess.

"Orchid, Burgandy, swap out." a quick set of taps retrieves the hissing lizard that seems anything but pleased to return to her ball so soon and replaces her with another fox. The Fenniken seems alarmed at the smog, but Maiya's gesturing at the rocks becomes her focus. The Psychic energy that envelopes the stones flings them haphazardly but digs into the tomb faster than her hands would have.

If she were the sort to pinch her nose and rub it in agitation she'd be doing so now, instead she just looked pissed. "Are we done with this yet?"

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