Peter fucked up. Like, a sort of "zigged" when he should have "zagged" situation, and he finds himself—
Not lost, exactly. Definitely not lost. But a little turned around? A little disoriented? He has his mask deployed to keep out the worst of the cold, but it does little for all the white and white and white filling his vision. But, okay, he's been in worst scraps than this. And he's totally going to be fine, he tells himself. No need to panic. Things have a funny way of working out for him, most of the time; he's always had an uncanny sort of luck.
And this time, luck comes in the form of... a big white dog. With, like, crazy feathers and red markings, and—
Wait, holy shit, he knows that dog. ]
Ammy?
[ And he shouts it almost incredulously over the howling winds. ]
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Peter fucked up. Like, a sort of "zigged" when he should have "zagged" situation, and he finds himself—
Not lost, exactly. Definitely not lost. But a little turned around? A little disoriented? He has his mask deployed to keep out the worst of the cold, but it does little for all the white and white and white filling his vision. But, okay, he's been in worst scraps than this. And he's totally going to be fine, he tells himself. No need to panic. Things have a funny way of working out for him, most of the time; he's always had an uncanny sort of luck.
And this time, luck comes in the form of... a big white dog. With, like, crazy feathers and red markings, and—
Wait, holy shit, he knows that dog. ]
Ammy?
[ And he shouts it almost incredulously over the howling winds. ]