Golden Glade the fold up

The faint call of her father caused Deshyr to pause, ears pricking. She had an almost pavlov-like response to his voice; it elicited a sense of happiness and joy, but she just as quickly crushed the feelings stubbornly as she twisted her features into a pout. No, he wasn't allowed to have the satisfaction yet of seeing his daughter actually enjoying herself here. Because she really did. Damnit.

In a very Sionnach move, DJ completely ignored Rannoch, thrusting her nose and tail into the air and striding forwards with a quicker stride and renewed sense of purpose. No, I do not have time to chit-chat today, daddy, I have very IMPORTANT things to do, don't cha'know.