you're a toymaker's creation

Without a blink, the compliment was returned back to her, yet with a specified description as to why she was admired. Tucking a snow resembling dainty paw against her furry cheek, Leila's auds elegantly danced backwards, as she retorted with a modest and shy,

"Aww, gracias, Onyx."

Velvety ears flicked back forward at her new friend's question, her purpose being put right back to the forefront of her simple little mind. Her foster parents, The Grey Man, and Sun Lady. Her delicate brow furrowed as she replied, a heartfelt sadness in her words.

"I have find my parents. They're not live at casa, anymore."

Leila sincerely hoped her new friend would accept her spanglish, for she had only learned so much from her the Alphas, before they too, vanished unsuspectingly from her life.