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Is the boarders nearest to the Manor okay?
300+
The pup wandered quietly from the great building that was made larger for her tiny stature. The naturally curious pup trotted happily in the early morning dew, her paws and belly damp as she moved through the green foliage of the lands. Each step was light and buoyant as she practically pranced by. The creamy pup had wakened early with the sun, and to keep from waking her siblings and parents, the thoughtful girl had taken to exploring. Her curious nature could never be satisfied, and this new day was no different. The dual coloured eyes were bright, glinting with life as the morning sun shone brightly through, a mystical mist rising from the damp earth. The world was very magical today, the girl thought. It was a good morning to be out. Of course, to the young girl, every day was a good day to be out.
A quiet bark of surprise escaped the girl’s mouth—or perhaps, more accurately, it was a squeak that sounded. She reared back, flopping onto her back and making her entire body damp, her fur raised in tiny, harmless spikes. She suddenly found herself at the packs boarders, and she had never been out this far alone. She worried briefly that she may not be able to find her way back home. Perhaps she should back away from the boarders—it would be safer behind that invisible line of protection. Her mamma helped make that line, the creamy girl thought proudly. That thought made her forget the other one that made her afraid. And her attention was yet again averted by a bright, red ladybug sitting on a leaf. Happily, the little pup trotted over to it, looking down closely at it but this time not touching it. Her stubby tail wagged slowly. "Good mo’nin’," Amata whispered to the ladybug, who paused as if hearing her.
Is the boarders nearest to the Manor okay?
300+
The pup wandered quietly from the great building that was made larger for her tiny stature. The naturally curious pup trotted happily in the early morning dew, her paws and belly damp as she moved through the green foliage of the lands. Each step was light and buoyant as she practically pranced by. The creamy pup had wakened early with the sun, and to keep from waking her siblings and parents, the thoughtful girl had taken to exploring. Her curious nature could never be satisfied, and this new day was no different. The dual coloured eyes were bright, glinting with life as the morning sun shone brightly through, a mystical mist rising from the damp earth. The world was very magical today, the girl thought. It was a good morning to be out. Of course, to the young girl, every day was a good day to be out.
A quiet bark of surprise escaped the girl’s mouth—or perhaps, more accurately, it was a squeak that sounded. She reared back, flopping onto her back and making her entire body damp, her fur raised in tiny, harmless spikes. She suddenly found herself at the packs boarders, and she had never been out this far alone. She worried briefly that she may not be able to find her way back home. Perhaps she should back away from the boarders—it would be safer behind that invisible line of protection. Her mamma helped make that line, the creamy girl thought proudly. That thought made her forget the other one that made her afraid. And her attention was yet again averted by a bright, red ladybug sitting on a leaf. Happily, the little pup trotted over to it, looking down closely at it but this time not touching it. Her stubby tail wagged slowly. "Good mo’nin’," Amata whispered to the ladybug, who paused as if hearing her.