Northstar Vale mary, mary

The sheepdog trudged along behind Murdock, gate weary. While at first she'd adopted her nimble, tip-toed dance behind him, after some time it had broken down. Still, she walked without complaint, the lingering need to please, or perhaps avoid anger, residing in the dog still. When he asked how she fared, she chirped a slightly breathless  "good!", but sighed of relief when he said they'd be stopping for the night. He called her puppy still, but the moniker didn't exactly bother her, much.

Her breath danced in the chill air, dancing before her dainty muzzle as it faded, only to be born again as she exhaled. They slowed, for which she was grateful, and her ears perked forward at his question. "above?" She answered, a hint of question in the word as she wondered if it were the best option. Sleeping below the earth made her heart race and her head feel a little airy, and the constant worry that she'd be trapped underneath should the earth tumble around her. Still, perhaps it would be better with Murdock, who seemed strong enough to burst out of the earth should her worst fear come to pass.