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She wandered from her home, straying as she always did. Sometimes it was fun to play with oneself, but today, Amata was a little lonely. Of course, she had only realized such a thing when she was far from her sister and brother. But despite her loneliness, this new place was very exciting. She explored the Hills a bit, walking quietly. Her movements were still awkward, for she had not yet obtained the movements that an older body allowed. Sometimes, as she walked, she hummed to herself, and it was fun. But after a while, the pup’s attention grew bored, and she did not want to play here by herself. Pointing herself back in the general direction of Crimson Dreams. She began to walk. But then something fell on her head. "Oww!" she yelped, falling back on her rear as she shook her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw the perpetrator—a stick. She got up, her tail waving. "Hello, stiwck," she said. Then she snatched it up and began to run. It was more fun to run with a stick than without one, she decided. But as she ran, she stumbled, and the stick flew out of her mouth.
She turned around and began retracing her steps. And there, sure enough, the stick was lying on the ground. With a delighted yip, the young girl bounded over, her tail waving furiously as she smiled, the green and blue eyes glittering like a sapphire and an emerald. Suddenly, she paused, lowering herself to the ground with her rump in the air. She made the few meaningless calculation before she pounced, landing heavily upon her trophy. Growling happily at the stick, she said, "Dons gets losted!" before she snatched it up in her mouth. Content, she turned back to continue her way back home, but there was someone else there. She squeaked in surprise, jumping back a half step and dropping her stick. She was sad about the stick, but she didn’t move to pick it up yet. "You scawreded me!" There was a strange boy—and he looked bigger and somehow different than she did. Slowly, the friendly pup cocked her head. "Who is you?" She was a little wary, because yesterday a boy had been mean to her. A slight frown came to her maw as she thought of that. And this boy didn’t smell like her pack.
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She wandered from her home, straying as she always did. Sometimes it was fun to play with oneself, but today, Amata was a little lonely. Of course, she had only realized such a thing when she was far from her sister and brother. But despite her loneliness, this new place was very exciting. She explored the Hills a bit, walking quietly. Her movements were still awkward, for she had not yet obtained the movements that an older body allowed. Sometimes, as she walked, she hummed to herself, and it was fun. But after a while, the pup’s attention grew bored, and she did not want to play here by herself. Pointing herself back in the general direction of Crimson Dreams. She began to walk. But then something fell on her head. "Oww!" she yelped, falling back on her rear as she shook her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw the perpetrator—a stick. She got up, her tail waving. "Hello, stiwck," she said. Then she snatched it up and began to run. It was more fun to run with a stick than without one, she decided. But as she ran, she stumbled, and the stick flew out of her mouth.
She turned around and began retracing her steps. And there, sure enough, the stick was lying on the ground. With a delighted yip, the young girl bounded over, her tail waving furiously as she smiled, the green and blue eyes glittering like a sapphire and an emerald. Suddenly, she paused, lowering herself to the ground with her rump in the air. She made the few meaningless calculation before she pounced, landing heavily upon her trophy. Growling happily at the stick, she said, "Dons gets losted!" before she snatched it up in her mouth. Content, she turned back to continue her way back home, but there was someone else there. She squeaked in surprise, jumping back a half step and dropping her stick. She was sad about the stick, but she didn’t move to pick it up yet. "You scawreded me!" There was a strange boy—and he looked bigger and somehow different than she did. Slowly, the friendly pup cocked her head. "Who is you?" She was a little wary, because yesterday a boy had been mean to her. A slight frown came to her maw as she thought of that. And this boy didn’t smell like her pack.