Swiftcurrent Creek der spielmann

Hesitant was far from an acurate description for Eilonwy's approach. She trotted up to him without reservations, lured in by the sweet smell of a fresh hunt that she wouldn't be surprised to learn was actually meant for her. She had slowly learned to detach herself from her mother, realizing that she could take it for granted that whenevershe came back she would be waiting for her and cuddles were guaranteed. And though the distances she traveled weren't at all extraordinary she felt like an adventurer every time she walked out alone.

Hiya! squeals the girl as she approaches, seeing no danger in greeting a stranger that smelled so much like home as long as she kept a decent distance. From there she sniffs the air to confirm that the man was in in fact the one with the kill. Wha's it? she spurts, already heavily accented like her young mother, wiggling her tail like a boneless rag.