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Kipling was doing no better than her acquaintance, she too was quite new to the area and panted as she stepped beside the she-wolf. While she should have admitted that she had no idea where the water went, she figured the frog would lead them in the right direction. Maybe not, and then what would she say? She figured she'd cross that bridge when she got there, not all that worried her confidence would backfire on her. Tomato tomahto. She replied with a roll of her shoulders, What's the difference? It's just a name.

She then paused, an ear pricking forward as she caught the sound of running water. Perfect. Leaving "Mr. Toad" behind, her pace quickened as she near the creek, tail waving behind her in triumph.

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