Yvette cocked her golden head at the other pup, tongue lolling out as she listened with careful concentration. Her own tail was wagging slightly, though it was a pale imitation from the wolfdog's. Gale kept his eyes carefully peeled on the young pair, considering the girl was his last and only connection to his sister, and he was not about to lose her. But this seemed innocent enough, even if the child was a fairly strange one, with a fairly strange mind behind her innocence.
"Garwen? We had a garwen." Yvette could remember her garden back home, where her uncle had started to plant for the summer, with seeds deep in the dark black earth. She could also vaguely remember her mother, a white golden image shimmering in her memory. But now there was only Gale and his darker gold color in solid reality, a darker imitation of her own golden yellow pelt. "Momma and Lilia sleeps togethers in the garwen now," she said a little sadly, unsure of why they were there. She didn't know why she couldn't have stayed with them, and why her 'daddy' had to take her away from home and the little garden. Gale listened to this, felt his heart pang at the memory of burying his sister and other niece in the garden's tilled ground and keeping Yvette away from it all.
Gale wondered who this child was, and why she was alone and unchaparoned. In Rome, all the children were usually accompanied, though the slaves tended to be on their own more often than not. "No.. we -" he froze, wide-eyed at the pup's antics. Yvette stared for a moment then laughed at the other pup, half tempted to toot in response. "But you's not a boy!" she yipped, lower half falling forward and rear stuck in the air. "Can we go through this place to the other side, puella?" Gale was wary of this place, unknown to him as it was. If he found an adult, maybe he could explain things better.
Images credited to Jason Pier. Table style inspired by Kitty.
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