Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

Her expression brightened somewhat at the small sign of affection. If Frederick wished to know, she would tell. It could be nice to complain. "He just didn't think." She said, shaking her head. "We grew up separately but my aunt would bring him and her other pups to visit often. My father never liked him - said he was a sissy." There was the twinge of an accent as she spoke the word - unnatural leaving her mouth, the voice of another.

"I never minded him though, he grew up with five sisters, so he knew better than to be disrespectful." Her tail flicked upwards as she reflected on the memories. "Beau started going after cattle for fun when we were yearlings though - got into a fight with his mother about it."

"He ran off with his boyfriend after that."