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I'm glad you like it!  It's hard enough for me to play a young pup, but one with post-traumatic stress is even tougher, lol.  :)  Want to wrap this up in the next reply or two?

Raven listened, motionless and intent, as Pan spoke.  What the white wolf said should have calmed her heart and made her feel better, but it really didn't.  Junior had been black, and she'd attempted to rip her sister's head off.  Y-your father's black too, right? And he's great, isn't he..?"  Pan asked.  Yes, Dud was black...and he had ripped her sister's (Junior's) head off.  Was she gonna rip off someone's head too?  

She didn't know how to voice these thoughts, though, and truthfully she was kind of ashamed of them.  She didn't want anyone else to think she was like that.  She didn't want anyone to judge her or be afraid of her.  So she shrugged in response to Pan's last question and mumbled a soft, uncertain, "Yeah..." and turned her attention back to the water in which she sat.  She swirled her paw in the shallow, trickling stream and, in an obvious effort to change the subject, asked, "Wanna sp'ash s'more?"