Heavenly Retribution. Mk.2.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Oh, okay." Baskerville said, nodding in a gullible manner before he got up, about-faced, and trotted back toward the rift. He turned back to face his companions. "Are you staying to eat some food, masters? He said we helped him and that we were stupendous. I think its a job well done!" He said cheerily, wagging his tail. "...Do we get treats? Oh wait, maybe the steak was the treat! Mm." He smacked his muzzle, recalling the meat the young god had given him.