12-17-2011, 07:46 AM
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Blaise strained to remember what her mother's name was. She had never called her dam anything but "Mommy," although she understood that this was simply how children addressed their mothers. Everyone had a name. The girl first grasped the concept when her mother told her that her name was "Blaise" and asked her to repeat it back. There was a word for her alone, and that made her feel very special. She liked the idea so much that she had asked what her mother's special word was. That was it. Her name Jolie, the gray pup answered. The slender female stood and looked all around them for something, but Blaise could not tell what it was even as her eyes followed, and she lost interest.
The pain was becoming difficult to ignore again, but it would be all right soon. Not only was the kind wolfess taking her back to her mother, she was going to give them food and relief from the cold. Blaise could not wait to eat and to sleep in the big house. Bloodshot eyes bright and hopeful, the puppy fell into step beside the woman. Yes, hungry, she chimed, saliva collecting on her tongue as she thought of food. She could not remember the last time her mother had brought her something to eat. I Blaise.