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Villisca is a spirit, though Wretch doesn't know that yet :].
This time she felt like she really had it down. The little girl had been working on this snow-wolf for the better part of the morning and was finally pleased with the way that it looked. She was trying to make it look like her new friend Villisca, the silvery pup who accompanied her most days. Villisca was rather shy and he didn't come around when Wretch was around other members of the pack, so the D'Angelo girl had chosen to depict the pup in snow.
"Does it wook good, V? Hahaha, I fink so too. Wooks just wike you" Villisca walked around the snow-figure of himself, appraising it as well. "Yes, it looks fantastic." His tail wagged, a smile upon his muzzle. Wretch smiled back as well, her own tail whipping back and forth. She then noticed a change in the other, though, as a frightened expression crossed his face. "Someone's nearby." And with that he was gone.