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The pup’s nose lifted in the air as she sniffed noisily, a paw lifting from the ground in a comically dainty fashion. There was something in the air that smelled very good. Suddenly, the pup jumped as if surprised, but her tail was wagging and there was a smile on her face. Food! As a pup, food was a very exciting thing. She slept, ate, and played all day, and she realized that maybe she was hungry right now. Swiftly, the girl trotted and pranced along the invisible scent trail, humming a random tune noisily as she went. Amata was a friendly pup that didn’t want to hurt anyone, and she was not concerned with being quiet or stealthy. Even though that one adult had been mean and had pounced on her, she was still under the impression that everyone was nice and friendly because she was nice and friendly too. And so when she walked through the grass, the sound of her approach was undisguised, the rustling of the grass like thunder in the silence.
For a brief moment, the girl paused. The blue and green eyes found a young wolf, but he was older than her, she decided, because he was bigger. He was not very colourful to look at—it made sense that he was a boy. She nodded to herself in approval. Once she had inspected the boy, her eyes strayed to the meal that was being devoured, and the creamy pup licked her mouth that salivated hungrily. But it was not nice to be rude, so she would ask him to share first. Amata took several steps forward, her tail waving amiably behind her as she looked down at the older boy, a bright smile on her face. "Hiii!" Her loud greeting was drawn out. There! Now he knew that she was there. Then she sat down, laying in the grass near him but resisting the urge to begin rolling around in the tickly grass. "I’s Amata! Who is you? " The girl’s head cocked in question, and although she smiled she kept her mouth shut to keep from drooling.
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The pup’s nose lifted in the air as she sniffed noisily, a paw lifting from the ground in a comically dainty fashion. There was something in the air that smelled very good. Suddenly, the pup jumped as if surprised, but her tail was wagging and there was a smile on her face. Food! As a pup, food was a very exciting thing. She slept, ate, and played all day, and she realized that maybe she was hungry right now. Swiftly, the girl trotted and pranced along the invisible scent trail, humming a random tune noisily as she went. Amata was a friendly pup that didn’t want to hurt anyone, and she was not concerned with being quiet or stealthy. Even though that one adult had been mean and had pounced on her, she was still under the impression that everyone was nice and friendly because she was nice and friendly too. And so when she walked through the grass, the sound of her approach was undisguised, the rustling of the grass like thunder in the silence.
For a brief moment, the girl paused. The blue and green eyes found a young wolf, but he was older than her, she decided, because he was bigger. He was not very colourful to look at—it made sense that he was a boy. She nodded to herself in approval. Once she had inspected the boy, her eyes strayed to the meal that was being devoured, and the creamy pup licked her mouth that salivated hungrily. But it was not nice to be rude, so she would ask him to share first. Amata took several steps forward, her tail waving amiably behind her as she looked down at the older boy, a bright smile on her face. "Hiii!" Her loud greeting was drawn out. There! Now he knew that she was there. Then she sat down, laying in the grass near him but resisting the urge to begin rolling around in the tickly grass. "I’s Amata! Who is you? " The girl’s head cocked in question, and although she smiled she kept her mouth shut to keep from drooling.