Jade Fern Grove gold in your eyes, dancing like fire

She couldn't help but laugh slightly as the child howled; a soft laugh, light and happy, the kind she rarely heard from herself. The heaviness of her thoughts abated entirely, replaced by a buoyancy of sorts. Such a strong voice, She indulged the child affectionately, tail sweeping slowly across the ground. It struck her belatedly that the noise might call another, but she could not find it in herself to chide the pup.

Perhaps we'll find your parents now, The inkstain mused to her tiny companion, rising to her feet and leaning to gently lick the girl across the top of her head if the touch was allowed. She expected no answer from her, but it felt odd to be in company without speaking, so she continued her thoughts aloud. This is a bad idea. Ah, but I guess you're cute enough to risk a few scrapes for, little singer.
She lifted her head to taste the air, finding little on the breeze. A sigh passed her lips, and she glanced to the girl, wondering how she'd get her to follow. She gestured further into the grove with her muzzle, then leaned to nose the pup to her paws. Come on, Her urging was gentle, but she half-expected her meaning would not be clear enough, as the girl had yet to show sign of comprehending anything she'd said.