Whitefish River Very scary doll

Chusi didn't prefer anything over anything - she ate what she could get her paws on and it all tasted nice to her. Except for plants - she did not like chewing on plants or taking medicine, even if she knew it would make her better. But fruit was good, meat, fish, bird, nuts - and who knew what else was out there that was edible. It was probably that reason that she had not starved when she was taken from her mother to the coast; she ate anything that was given to her.

A cliff? Ya live in a cliff? Chusi asked astounded and curious. She didn't know wolves could live there. Her fluffy tail started going from side to side on the ground, especially when it was her time to tell where she came from. It was a long story, and maybe the other only meant where she was from now, but that didn't matter. Her story was one to share and so she would do. Well, 'was born in tha Teekon in mah mum's pack, but we had ta move ta Rosings. There, I ran 'way with a friend 'n ended up at tha coast. 'lost mah friend, 'was taken in 'n handed ov'r from pack ta pack 'til 'Turo adopted meh 'n joined Teaghlaigh. It was a shortened version, for sure, but it was more than enough what the other needed to know. She took another bite before continuing. But we were attacked 'n we moved 'gain to sumwhere in tha Hinterlands. 'been a while since, so now I'm explorin'.

It was then she realized she had been rattling without even telling her name and her ears draped over her skull in blushy embarrassment. Chusi, by tha way - Chusi Fearghal. She smiled.