Stavanger Bay Flower In The Wind

He seemed to like the way she pronounced it too, and this brought her cardinal tail waging so fiercely that it wiggled her slightly pudgy body. At this, she celebrated with his agreement, chirping it like a higher-pitched echo, each more excited than the last.

                          "Sure. Sure! Sure!"

He didn't mind that she was over the border, either -- at this, snowy sea wolf gave a brighter smile, edging her one and spuring her paws to a more liesurley stalk, head low to sniff the earth closely and her slightly bicolored eyes darted around curiously -- so many new things to explore, and she was allowed! 

Szymon moved a little further down the coast, and suddenly the proud little girl didn't want to be in this new land on her own -- at Easthollow, she'd had her family, and in Donneliath, she had Cas, but here she had no siblings or parent figure, or even friend, other than the man before her now. When he glanced behind him, she was skipping along a foot or two from his heels, beaming in joy and following in his steps. 

                                                                            "Where go?"