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The puppy felt bad for her inexplicable actions before Finley came over to shout at her. Wildfire withered under her godmother's glare, her tail tucking between her legs and tickling against her belly. Her big ears splayed and she whined under her breath. I don't know! she wanted to say in response to the Beta female's question. But she couldn't find her voice, nor did she think it was a good idea to answer anyway. There was no excuse for her foolish, out of character behavior.

"Sorry, Aunt Flea!" the whelp mustered, her lip trembling as she tried not to cry. Wildfire worshiped Finley, so being rebuked by her was the worst. Tears swam in her amber eyes, though she didn't dare look at the Beta. She glanced at Magpie instead, as if hoping for a rescue, though just as quickly her gaze dropped to stare at her tiny red toes.