She nodded her head, pretending wisdom at the words. Yes, Dalgina had grown much from when she used to be younger. Kiara had even said that she used to be silly enough to be tripping over her own paws when she tried to move! Such a thing was in the past now, if her paws still didn't fit her body. She would grow into them, Dalgina was sure of it. Perhaps after she shifted Dalgina would look as graceful as the adults in the pack instead of the oversized paws.
Her ears pricked up at the mention of the tree carving. It was slightly worn, tooth marks covering it. She loved that carving to pieces, the first piece that she had gained. Dalgina had shown that to everyone when she'd first received it. Tail wagging Dalgina nodded her head vigorously. Asked where she was living the pup drooped down again, spirits crashing. She didn't want to think about how far she was from home. Cercatori d'Arte. We had to leave. She didn't like that.
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