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“You are not of the wet or the dry,” Glot croaked, his throat sac pulsing like a heart. “You are lost.”

The Amphiwood fell silent.

Mewra looked at him. Then she looked at the new axolotl-thing, which was already trying to climb her tail. She yawned again. A tiny froglet hopped from her mouth—not eaten, just stored—and sat on her nose, blinking. cat god amphibia

She walked to the edge of the Gullet, tail high, and stared into the dark. The black bubbles popped. A whisper slithered out: “Flesh? Fear? Or something… softer?” “You are not of the wet or the

When he surfaced, sputtering, she was sitting on his head. Dry. Purring. Then she looked at the new axolotl-thing, which

“Nap time,” said Mewra.

Mewra sat down. She began to groom her shoulder. Then, without hurry, she coughed up a hairball.