Blacktail Deer Plateau the dance floor is yours

The Healer did not rebuke the youth, for which Junior was grateful. Perhaps she was just too tired to pester her about her language, though, a thought which made the juvenile frown. Her eyes pinned searchingly on her aunt's face, trying to read her expression. Naturally, she didn't seek to challenge the Beta female, so the moment Blue Willow returned her gaze, she dropped hers.

"Just running around like an idiot, I guess," the pre-teen reported. "I didn't realize I would feel this happy to be home." Junior paused and licked her lips. She wasn't usually the selfless kind, yet her good mood made her feel more generous than usual. "Anything I can do to cheer you up, Aunt Willow...? We can roast my dad if that would help," she suggested with a twinkle in her eye.