Phoenix Maplewood A lack of color

Desna tiptoed back when the other said he was sick. Hopefully he wasn't too sickly. Desna didn't want to get sick herself! She looked over her shoulder when a friendly female approached. At first she thought it was her mother but the height, scent and eye color didn't match. Never the less Desna moved between Juniper's front paws. It was so natural for her to stand by her mommy and mostly under her. Desna was awfully trusting.

"Desna!," she's squeaked excitedly, her tail wagging. Then she tipped her head all the way back to look at the female's chin and chest. Because now she was going to tell her name. "He is sick! We need to help!," Desna stated, having her mother's friendliness.