[Rocket doesn't even hesitate or make a protest, and he's fast enough that the words aren't even fully out of Prompto's mouth before he's diving out of the opening on all fours like a recently freed cat, tumbling out onto the grass and greeted by the sharp winds of the leftover remnants of the Storm that whips at his fur and makes it hard to see.
And yet she still barks a maniacal laugh at the realization he's back on Nysan soil.]
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And yet she still barks a maniacal laugh at the realization he's back on Nysan soil.]