Silver Creek This is the beat of my heart

Natashe's ears shot up as the sounds of a pup stirred deep feelings within her. She was overcome by the urge to go to the little one and lick his forehead. Resisting the urge as shecouldn't come over the borders without being chased off, she simply chuffed softly, to let the pup know he wasn't alone. She smiled however, at the thought that if she were to be accepted there would be young ones ambling around. She remembered briefly how Spring had been an active one. Spunk, as she always called it.