The young patchwork girl had been bouncing about here and there for a long time, she had been racing about all morning, playing many games, she had been fighting dragons and pirates, defneding the lands from all of the unseen terrors that everyone else was so ready to ignore. But they were everywhere! When one looked closely with their imagination's eye, they could see them everywhere, at the moment the little female was engaged in a dramatic battle with a particularly nasty foe, the large dragon was coiled around a tree, it's eyes were a firey red, bright and angry in the light, it's scales shimmered in the light, vivid greens and blues, it's claws were long and sharp, as were it's teeth, but the small girl was well armed, her sword shined in the sunlight as she leapt here and there, attacking the foe. The sword was of course just a small stick that she had found in the nearby woodland, but to her it was a fine blade, like the one her father carried, it's hilt was ornate and glittered in the sunlight, the gemstones buried in the hilt were what the dragon was after, it's lust for treasure making it attack the little multicoloured girl. And so she bounced about the place, shouting and attacking the imaginary foe, ducking away from it's teeth and claws as it attacked back, sharp, deadly weapons aimed at the small girl, she was quick enough to skip past it though, weaving away from all of it's attacks, finally with a mighty blow she vanquished the foe, sticking her sword into it's heart, the dragon died and faded away as she stood there, victorious. She grinned to herself, another foe vanquished, another battle won, she was very proud of herself and let out a little victory cry as she bounced from foot to foot, pleased with herself. This revelry was broken by the sudden sound of a howl, she turned her head, the howl was asking if anyone was hungry, indeed the little patchwork girl was, fighting monsters was tiring work and her stomach was grumbling now, it had been a good effect when she had been fighting, she had been able to pretend the rumbling noises had been coming from the dragon, the large creature attempting to start breathing fire. But now it was an inconvienience, she was hungry now.
The female padded towards where the howl had come from, bouncing along in her usual excited way, still holding the stick in case she came upon any new foe that might need to be vanquished. Soon enough she came upon a little house, the warm smell of cooking meat and vegetables wafting from the door, the little female smiled, though she was not sure who lived here she knew that they were cooking, as they were in the pack's lands they must be a friend as well, the pack were her family her father had always said and she firmly believed this, she trusted all of the pack members, even Noss, although he was grumpy. The young female quickly padded to the house, slowly she knocked on the door, before peering in, her blue eyes roaming around the small house, looking for a familiar face,
"Hello! Is anybody home?" The young girl called out, stepping into the room, it was delightfully warm with the fire going. She looked around, it seemed like a lovely little house.
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