Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

When the coywolf lowered to her level she was comfortable enough to scoot a little closer. His black mask, highlighted only by his burning eyes, was as intriguing as it was a little spooky. Chusi wasn't afraid of course- the gentle way he had moved himself had already convinced her that this man was not a monster. She smiled at him as he spoke, his voice calmer than the near waves and the wind combined. I'm Chusiii. She introduced herself with a bow of her head. When she heard everyone was sharing stories she jumped up onto all fours with a grin- eyes glimmering brighter than when the sunlight danced on the evening waves lapping at the sand.

Oh, oooh! I wanna share! She almost screamed, but hardly got the chance to finish or another lady was all up in her business. Her eyes flickered to a dark mass, gray mixed into her coat- silver eyes having rested on the dark child. With her words, Chusi's worries disappeared, and she jumped to the side to face her. Oh, yes please, miss. She squealed. She motioned for her new, masked friend, Arturo, to come join them too if he so wanted.

Eyes moved around as things happened around her- the gray lady scaring her first as she came down to move in the rhythm of the scarfed one's song. The song spoke to the little girl maybe more than to anyone, and her butt swayed from side to side as she stepped forward and backwards repeatedly in her own little dance. You sing butterfly, miss! She said with a giggle. Everyone here is butterfly!

But she still wanted to share her story. She walked up to the scarfed, young lady with big puppy eyes. Can I share, pweeaase? She asked in a sweet voice.