Hushed Willows what happened to the charm of a small town?

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they're gifts.
dinah's throat closes as the memory of judah runs through her mind. the sand clumped in his fur, the missing milkteeth in his juvenile grin. daddy's face when he discovers the trail of wet paw-prints that wind through the den. the sound of seabirds as they circle the greenhills.
i used to do that too, her cheeks dimple as she blinks away the glassiness of her eyes. for my brothers. and my dad. it's fun, isn't it? but this girl had not asked for her life story. dinah quells the urge to fall to her knees and instead inches closer to inspect the hearthwood girl's findings. wow, they're really pretty. good eye.
realizing then that she must've looked like a massive nerd, she peels herself back to meet the smokesilver gaze yet again. she realizes then that she is being examined, even ogled. her ears flatten and her tail instinctively brushes against her ankles. i'm not a stray, she retorts, though it sounds more pitiful than threatening. my family and i are-- we're moving. and we needed someplace to rest for a while, so my mom decided this was where to do it. sorry for being such an inconvenience, she wanted to add, but forces her mouth shut.