The image of sunlight wasn't perfect. Blaise held the pencil with unsteady hands as she brushed the lead against the paper, creating soft lines that poured down toward the center. She held her hand still and leaned back to examine her work critically, brow a slight furrow. Being so new to the use of hands, it would be impossible for her to recreate the beauty she saw and felt. She was about to attempt to improve the rays of light with careful shading when a soft snort interrupted her.
The thin girl looked up, apple eyes searching for the source of the unexpected sound. She jumped, startled, for right in front of her stood another little girl, not much younger than herself. The child was not very wolflike, with ears that flopped slightly and soft fur the color of gold. The young wolf began an amiable smile, pleased to at last see a pup her own age, but her eyes widened in surprise when the child spoke in a language that Blaise couldn't comprehend at all. Oh, she said uncertainly, her smile fading in confusion but her eyes alight with curiosity. What did you say? The little dog creature was awfully cute.
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