Fox's Glade Touch my soul with yours

the wolf-dog would be infinitely disappointed to learn, then, the the dog had starved for three months before dying in childhood, a bloody and ugly end. but the huntress, of course, knew little about Poppy, cared too little to venture out in search of the truth, not now, when a hundred more pressing concerns pressed against her spine. 

"yes, partly" she began, pausing before continuing. "Dawn; one of the leaders of Morningside. and you?" she wondered if dogs were any much good at hunting, or if something about their odd-shaped body and tail and ears got in the way.