Lost Creek Hollow so you could sit there in this hurt

The child’s posture was so formal that it could have been satirical. Shadowpup stood stiff with her front paws together and her snout tipped up into the air. She looked down at Aminthe with a bright but judgemental gaze. Though close-minded, the girl had a big imagination and pictured herself acting the way a perfect future clan leader would be.

“A pleasure,” Shadowpup replied, not yet decided if she liked this she-wolf or not. “My name is Shadowpup, but soon it will be Shadowpaw when I become an apprentice,” she explained. “You will receive a clan name too, if you deserve it.” Shadowpup squinted her eyes shrewdly.

“So, why have you joined our clan?” She asked curtly.