What becomes of yesterday
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Normally it was Oceane who took the role of mother when she was gone but even the toasted marshmallow of a puppy sometimes needed reprimanded , today was a perfect example of one of those times. She'd thought that she'd found the perfect escape and would get out of the lands toll free. Her siblings hadn't spied hide nor hair of her and she was almost to the reaches of the unclaimed lands, her mucky tail waving happily behind her as she let out a little squeal of amusement.

It was exclaimed a little early though, as Oceane learned when the worrying tones of her mother reached her ears. She paused in mid prance as her shoulders sagged and she turned those sea foam eyes back to catch sight of her ivory mother. Instead of giving her mother the answer that she wanted Oceane pressed on further as she explained. "I'm running away!" Well, she was, though she did have intentions of returning.. sooner than later.


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