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Ayita’s hope was what it was, and the door had been slightly left open, probably from someone being careless or they were about to leave but didn’t want to open the door again. Arnette yipped for joy as she ran into the dark door, oh the adventure she would have in here! But to her dismay… there was a fire going, and it was warm and cozy… she was hoping this place had been abandoned for centuries, that she would find cobbed webs and spiders all over, her heart sank. She had thought at first it would be as lively as it was now, but she had been disappointed yet again. Stupid house, she turned to Ayita.
I don’t know, anything really, I found some of these old things in the town that if you push on something they make a really cool color!
She was hoping for another said treasure. Though it might now be so since this place was occupied. She looked at Ayita,
This place has others in it…
she had a sad pouty look, she knew that if there were wolves here that she couldn’t take anything. She had learned that she should never take from anyone ever. it was stealing and it was a very bad thing. She sat… defeated, what on earth was she to do now? It was pure disappointment that flowed through her veins right now…
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