Autumn arrives

Though her words hadn't been meant to be despective or insulting, the yellow-eyed female did notice the critter's discomfort to be called little. Amelie dipped her head and shot her a sweet smile, being little was not a disadvantage in Amelie's mind. She often found herself wising to be a pup once again. Growing up was harder than she had expected; especially because of the new feeling arising in her heart.

"Autumn, what a fitting name!" she barked while swaying her tail from one side to another. Like the fallen leaves and the tainted trees, the critter's coat was also filled with color and life. "My name is Amelie" she answered, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.