Lake Rodney the gleam in your eyes is so familiar to me

Damnit. This kid could say 'wood' or 'hey' but wouldn't give her a simple yes or no answer? Either way, though, the place smelled similar to the pup. Even though she still smelled of her mother's milk... there was the scent of this place on her too. It had to be her home. Chanel recalls, momentarily, what Valour had told her about this place- a spooky wood whose name could not be thrown around lightly. She frowned. What would they think, to find her here with their child? What kind of people lived here? Ever the irresponsible babysitter, Chanel nudged the girl towards a nearby treestump, planting a final lap on her head before darting away, hoping there would not be an angry mother on her heels. 

exit chanel. thanks for the thread!