01-03-2008, 01:38 PM
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As she told him that she was trying to catch snowflakes, he was perplexed. Surely there were too many in the world for her to catch them all ... but perhaps she just meant some. Like rabbits! Wolves caught some of them, but not all of them. Was snow tasty, though? Instead of asking, he stuck out his tongue, and was surprised at the cold of the snow as it settled inside his mouth. Of course he had known it was cold, but usually he didn't eat cold things, so the way that it melted was quite strange. Though he actually kinda liked it, he had to admit, it was pretty cool. "S'coold!" He commented, wagging his tail and looking at the older girl. She looked like snow herself, which was pretty cool, he thought. Just like his mama had been ...
His enthusiastic words and his happy thoughts were shattered when she spoke again, though. Although the girl hadn't meant to hurt him, he didn't realize that, and it was something that had been drilled into him when he was younger: he was a little bitty runt. The boy plastered his ears back, lowered his body a bit, and tucked his tail. "Y's." Was his simple reply, but the bounding playful energy that had sparked through him before was gone, the dejected, unwanted pup remembered.[/html]