kool-aid ain't the only thing that's red

It seemed Amelie's assumption hit right on target, she smiled as the boy made an effort to pronounce correctly every word. Her eyes fixed on the boy, giving him encouraging nods when he made a mistake. She had really become fond of the pup, all of them really. She adored Osprey to bits even with her diva tantrums; Saena held a special place in her heart, even if they had never been formally introduced, the black teen felt a connection with the pale girl she reminded her of herself in a way. And Pura, the little ash coated boy who had stolen her heart with his precious eyes.

"Hunter. Puuura, want, hunt-er."

Finally after trial and error, the boy was able to speak clearly at the teen. She wagged her tail and danced from side to side before dropping into a play bow, her front legs outstretched in front of her, each one neatly placed at Pura's sides caging him in.

"I want to be a hunter too, Pura!" she yapped, "We should practice together" she suggested trying to nip one of his ears.