Meeting Kit again was unlikely in Terra's mind, especially the chances of him meeting 'Fleta'. It had been an act, and one that had worked very well. Well, she'd stopped acting the instant he'd shown interest in her, shy and very puzzled by what he was doing. She'd enjoyed it, and that had to count for something. Still, that shy behavior wasn't normally her. She smiled up at him, again tempted to break character and show him what she was really like. It would be nice. She kept her voice quiet, acting like it was a shy admission.
Turning her head Terra looked, tail wagging as the sight of her pack came into sight. Holding still grew difficult at this point, even knowing that she couldn't run home like she wanted to. There it is! The pack of miracles. Terra couldn't hide the pride and love in her voice. It was a lot to her, a pack that let her roam and be as mischievous as she pleased, not even batting an eye when she came back with items she couldn't have possibly gained without stealing.
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