Hushed Willows the morning will come soon.

Eleuthera was wholly turned off by Ibis’s rebuff. It seemed almost instinctive, the way she rebuked her sister’s [correct] assertion that the toy was indeed dead. Ibis fled away in a tizzy, leaving Eleuthera in a huff, and honestly Eleuthera did not know what she did to be treated so poorly, but she wasn’t going to stand for it any longer. The other pups in this pack — including her sister and brothers— were all weird and she really didn’t like being around them. If they couldn’t be mature and adult-like and know the difference between play things and dead things, then Eleuthera didn’t care about them. Eleuthera pushed all her paws into the ground as she tried to grow and inch or two taller, leaning upwards and forwards in the direction which Ibis had darted.  

“Whatever Ibis —”  the lilac girl dismissed the entire interaction with a stamp of the paw.  “Keep your stupid dead thing because I don’t want it because it’s GROSS.”  Eleuthera could have gone one for quite some more time, making inane accusations and becoming involved in childish name-calling, but a sob rose unbidden in the girl’s throat and a wave of emotion overcame her. In order not to blow her entire cover, Eleuthera squeezed her eyes shut and turned to run in the other direction. She didn’t even wait to see if Ibis was still in the area, she didn’t care, she just suddenly wanted mama and nothing else would do.