The Expendable Eleventh

Blizzard had been cooped up in storage for way too long. It was about time he got some fresh air.

The next morning, a knock came right on schedule. "Ms. Voss, time to head out."

"Got it."

Elora called back and followed the messenger outside.

The moment Gunnar spotted her, he plastered on an enthusiastic grin. "Ms. Voss! Really sorry about this. You just got back yesterday, and here we are sending