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Frolic could hear Ceridwen shouting, though no particular words made it to her ears over the sound of her own ragged breathing and the occasional splash as she arced through the water. She imagined her sister was calling out more warnings about how the island wasn’t a suitable place to plant a tooth tree. But the closer Frolic came to it, the more determined she felt.

Her black toes touched the slimy lake bottom as she reached the shallows, then pulled herself onto the shore. Frolic sagged for a moment, water cascading from her pelt as she took a moment to catch her breath. Soon, she had the energy to stand up straight and give herself a mighty shake, sending water spraying every which way.

She spun on a dark heel and grinned at her elder across the water. Frolic raised one black forepaw in a wave. She didn’t say anything, just swiveled again and looked keenly forward, eager to explore the small skerry and hopefully find some ghouls. She didn’t know what they looked like, though the puppy was confident she would know one when she saw one.