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Shadowpup dug her claws into the dirt, her paws balled up into angry fists. Though the girl was hungry for knowledge, to know Silvertongue’s true machinations, she felt her narrow mind was already closed to reason. What could justify Tia Plata’s abandonment? Her deceipt?

And then the tale began. By the end, fat tears rolled down Shadowpup’s cheeks and she felt it was not her blood-mother who was her enemy, but the terrifically unfair and cruel world.

“I-it was wrong! S-selfish!” Shadowpup wailed, crying, as she threw herself into Silvertongue’s arms.