Disneyland

Phantom bound toward her friend, motioning for her to come a few meters farther along the beach. Tail wagging happily, in the sand she traced the outline of a tiny paw, then motioned to herself. She would be a mother! At this thought she gave another big smile, though inside she felt a bit of anxiety and fear. Would she be a good mother?

She pushed the thoughts away, she would deal with them as they came. She looked to the print to herself, then to Wynter again.