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To say that Dalgina was fearless would be a mistake. There were plenty of things that scared the small pup, like bad guys and getting lost and martens, cause they were mean. It was more that she was so innocent she couldn't recognize when would be a good time to exercise caution. Instead all she saw was a friend. He seemed rather amused about something, but Dalgina wasn't sure what it was. She hadn't heard anyone tell a joke.
The big wolf made quite the show of examining her tree properly. She beamed with pride as he moved closer, studying it and making sure to take deep whiffs to prove that it was what she said it was, instead of something else pretending to be a tree. He sat down a short distance, agreeing that it was a tree that she'd made. His words at being good at making it had Dalgina's tail thumping excitedly. She was good at it! I make you one! She dashed off a short distance to find another stick. Finding one that satisfied whatever requirements she had Dalgina sat down and began to gnaw on it, trying to splinter the wood and form a tree shape in the stick. It was hard, but she wanted it as a special gift for her new friend.
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