Heron Lake Plateau nous sommes l'emeraude

His words almost went in one ear and out the other as she waited as patiently as she could; her tail swung a wide arc across the dusty floor the moment he seemed to be willing to share another piece. Like before, she was apt to go scarfing it down but this time, instead of wanting to go about whining for more, she was satisfied. Of course it was also about that time her own siblings were likely to stir too—it wasn't like a puppy to be all that quiet over a little bit of food.

But hopefully, at least, her mother would get some of it. Maybe.

Only time would tell.

[small]i'm going to fade this out here just because it's kind of ancient in puppy time. :X[/small

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