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Sentimental dreams
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With a smile and nod of her rather petite sized head, elegantly curved as a canine's head should be, held high with a somewhat regal air though Mayflower quickly hunched over in a bashful manner, head lowering to the position that she normally held it in, a grin curling across her elastic-like maw, amber eyes glued to the she-wolf. "Hello," she greeted, straightening up slightly and relaxing her harsh posture slightly and letting a breath of air escape past her lungs that seemed to be scrunched together like an accordian due to her hunching slightly. Despite still being able to breath somewhat, she straightened up anyways, preferring to inhale as much as possible instead of breathing swiftly to get the oxygen required.
"I'm Mayflower Kowl," she introcued with a polite nod of her head, floppy ears swaying slightly at the side of her head with the potion. The female glanced about, gazing longingly at the remainder of the garden which she was sure once looked like some beautifully flourished place, or something of the sort. "I really wonder what this place looked like before the storm," she whispered under her breath, her arm in which a long rag was bound around lifting slightly as she pointed at some remaining plants, squinting curiously.
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