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Her wet, tiny nose nestled into the sand smothered fur on her friend's leg and she jumped up a few times- realizing she was higher than ever before. She could just reach his chin if she tried hard enough and jumped, and that was not something she could've done before. Shocked by the sudden discovery, she froze slightly, a pink tongue sticking out her mouth as she had just tried to kiss his leg. Ocher eyes blinked up at the masked individual as he greeted her, and she forgot to pull her tongue back in. He noticed too! She was so happy that she turned around to jump in a circle, giggling quite proudly. When she noticed that he wanted to take a better look, she turned to him -chest puffed out a little in pride.

Soon- I'll be just like you all! She remarked happily. She couldn't wait to just lick someone's face off without having to wait for them to lower! Of course, she did feel quite special when they did it just for her, but she wanted to face them at all times. She wanted to fight and spar and all things the cool wolves did! She knew Szymon could teach her, but could Arturo be just as awesome- maybe even awesome-er? 

I'm okay- but I really miss you and Szymon... She said, her happy tone never faltering. How are all of you- Szymon? you? The tiny girl? She rambled, not knowing why the other black pup had entered her mind all of the sudden. Secretly it was the sister bond, but never would she have known.