Whitefish River Very scary doll

It surprised Genie, if she was being honest, that she'd made friends with Chusi this easily. Normally, it would have taken ages for the girl to open up and talk. Perhaps, she thought absentmindedly, it was because she was embarrassed and wished to bury her embarrassment as quickly as possible, but that didn't seem right....usually when she was embarrassed, she was worse at this friends thing. Maybe it was Chusi, with her friendly demeanour and pretty looks, but that didn't seem right either. Pretty wolves made Genie stutter out her words and generally humiliate herself.

In the end, she concluded that this was an anomaly. It would probably never happen again. But even though Genie had little to no faith in her social skills whatsoever, she still took the other yearling's advice to heart, a little smile dancing upon her lips. It was good advice, she supposed, to just do her, even though that advice was most likely to fail. 

Genie returned Chusi's sheepish look with an amused smile as she stretched and yawned, a feeling of strange comfort falling over her like a blanket. Confusion swallowed her for a moment, then she shrugged it off — it didn't mean anything. "I'll settle here for the night, then, if you want. I mean, if you don't mind." A light flush darkened her cheeks, and she swallowed, but smiled hesitantly at Chusi.