[ Cain tilts his head, tapping a finger against his chin as he contemplates the image. Monsters that look like sheep, using their soft, fluffy wool to blend into the snow... being creepers. ]
That's... a very apt sort of name for them. And a very strange interest for monsters to have.
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[ Cain tilts his head, tapping a finger against his chin as he contemplates the image. Monsters that look like sheep, using their soft, fluffy wool to blend into the snow... being creepers. ]
That's... a very apt sort of name for them. And a very strange interest for monsters to have.