That's okay. c:
The blonde wolf was calm, remaining silent and almost eerily still. There was much on her mind now, thoughts she could hardly seem to sort into any order at all. Her thoughts were mostly of AniWaya now, but the memories of her early days of puphood alongside her two sisters mingled as well. She had always been the yin to the yang shared by Poppy and Magnolia. Foxglove did not know how they had changed now, for she had seen neither since almost immediately after leaving this area. Someday soon, she would search out her father and the sister she knew lived in this area, but she was not yet ready. She did not know when she would be.
Soon, the Monroe girl was no longer alone. Sharp green eyes focused on the first to arrive, her gaze drifting to the bird that seemed to be with her. The woman smelled of AniWaya, and even if she did not, Foxglove would not have been concerned. Though she was a scout now and her duties involved looking for strangers along the borders, the gypsy girl did not fear any of the potential encounters. "Hello," she replied, her tone soft and seemingly far away. The puppy that arrived with excitement caught her attention, as well. "My name is Foxglove. How is it cursed?" The blonde girl was perhaps cursed herself, finding herself with the same condition that afflicted her mother.
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