Whitefish River The Path Less Traveled By

Trudging along, she had a hard time keeping up the pace next to the larger man as her little paws started to hurt and she was so so tired to boot too. Once he finally stopped moving, she collapsed where she stood, the little fireball having nothing left to give, not one more step further as she tried not to whine and weep. Doing such things never got her anywhere anyway, so why start now? 

Shoot, she could probably curl up here and sleep the night away if left here to do so.