Bearclaw Valley a little nervous breakdown can really work wonders for a girl

There was a yip from behind her that rang in a familiar voice. Piper froze in her steps and she turned her head around to catch sight of the pale form of Marten. Her eyes danced with happiness as he ran toward her. Though she tried to refrain from growing too overly excited, the Redleaf girl found her rear end began to wiggle fiercely and her tail flagged at him. Marten was easily one of her favorite people to be around; he was so sweet and calm. It was surprising to her how different he seemed to be from the rambunctious Nunataq.
 
“Marty!” Her voice was showering in a kind of happiness as she turned to meet him. Piper lowered her torso to the ground and wagged her tail, flooded with joy at the chance to have some company on her excursion. “Come wit! Pie’s gon get food,” she explained to him with a determined nod of her head and a confident little smile. Piper was more of a socialite than anything, and she would always jump at the chance for companionship.