Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

With her attention on Chaska, her glassy eyes started to become filled with a wonder. She hadn't been told stories for a while, this one already lightened her mood a little. It reminded her of her days when she was a puppy, where she had no care in the world.

Although it was just a story, she felt a little connected to it. She was a loner on a search for nothing known, but knowing she had to do something. She smiled at his story and words, her tail wagging next to her legs. Her ears turned forward towards him, she nodded her head and urged him to keep going.

Never too old to be told stories. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought.... Maybe I should give him a chance...