Whitefish River If I left today

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Okay, that wasn't right. This was definitely not the thing she was looking for, this was something fuzzy, yielding, and it waa.. moving? She quickly spit out the imposter with a soft mewling sound but this adventure waa not over, no. An attack came from her sister, the other she shared the womb with. Without eyes, without ears, without a proper sense of smell she could only tell by the size that this what who she was thinking. Her mouth closed over the flower's paw and she gave a yelp of surpirse. What was she to do? The only thing she could think of, try to wiggle herself away and back into the embrace of what she had sought in the first place.