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Christof wobbled, whistle still hanging from his nose as he blearily made his way over to the familiarly invisible dogs. Yes... yes, definitely Halloween and... ah, yes, even his Master recognized their professor's companion. Very nice. He couldn't enjoy the cocoa, as good as it smelled... no wait! Once again, Malcom had prooven to be as thoughtful as ever, a small basket of straws waiting for him. With a smile, he helped himself to a small cup, sipping carefully as he he helped himself to a green scarf, wrapping it around his neck and hunch, already feeling warmer. Cocoa finished, he pulled a few extra blankets out, limping his way over to Calder to lay them over him. Stupid Kelpie... they should have kept him in the crypt. Maybe then he wouldn't be so... no matter. What was done was done. They'd try to find a professor who could possibly explain what was going on and where they could take their wounded friend.

He sighed, brows furrowed as he glanced back towards campus. Was Mistress doing alright? He hoped so. He believed so, that she could take care of her own, but something in him remained unsettled. He looked at the whistle box again, spotting a note he hadn't noticed before.

Throw it in the air?

He plucked the whistle from his nose, wiping it a few times on his jacket before tucking it back safely in the box and doing just that- and indeed, like magic, it whisked away. He hoped it would go to her, if she was in need... even at this distance, he could still be a good Igor.

That done, he glanced to the hunkered down Sloth and the cringing Kelpie with a sigh, hands on his hips. Who knew if that Yeti would get up again? They needed to move! Find refuge indoors! With a grunt, he moved to try to haul Barth back up to his feet. He'd carry them both if he had to.

HP: 16+16(.5?)= 32(.5?) /40
((WHISTLE LAUNCHED!))

Vlad just barked happily upon hearing his name.

If Vlad was visible he'll look a little like this: *A*

Calder was holding his stomach, and when the blankets were tossed on him, he let himself be covered, making no move to shove them or arrange them to breath. He just remained a lump under a bigger lump of blankets. His eyes were shut tight, ears back and tail motionless.

When Barth addressed him, he didn't even mutter, and when Chrsitof came, he only nestled his head against the boil's, not even attempting anything at this point.

When he was settled on the blankets, he curled in, opening one eye when he was patted, before curling into the blankets and remaining. Calder had lost his boundless energy. Even spunky boils had their limit. His endurance only lasted him so far.

Christof glanced to the back of the sled where a person would more than likely stand... but... well... they... they needed the body warmth, such that he could produce, and... He made an uncomfortable noise in the back of his throat, before gently sliding in to try to fit beside them. Well.. it was comfortable, at least. He glanced around for any reigns to grab, but if they were there... they were as invisible as the dogs. Damn. Well... maybe a good slap to one of them would get it going? Judging by the invisible feeling, it only caused a wag of the tail.