[page 53]

	[down the left side of the page, a long panel depicts white pairs of teeth emerge from the cover of the trees. snow and icey bite marks litter the trunks of the dead redwood.]
	[lick looks at dusty, a little tense but softening, ears back.]
	[they avert their gaze, seeming sheepish.
lick: "... sorry."]
	[lick turns their head back toward dusty, eyes still averted.
lick: "... i'm not wrong about you being hot air, though."]
	[dusty is smiling disarmingly.
dusty: "well, being tangible seems like a real downer."]

[page 54]

	[down the right of this page, a long panel depicts the giant beast also crawling into the clearing, with other teeth following its lead.]
	[lick looks back at dusty bashfully.
lick: "yeah... you're not wrong about tbat, either."]
	[dusty continues talking.
dusty: "hey, frosted fur flakes. pick me up and let's get outta here, yeah? let's go find some daytime."]
	[the two of them look at each other fondly.
lick: "yeah... yeah. alright."]