Fox's Glade Touch my soul with yours

the wolf-dog seemed excited at the mention of another of it's kind, and Dawn wondered what took dominance in the girl's bloodline. the dog was more apparent, it seemed, but did that mean it was a pet, as Poppy was? that brought up the whole question of if the dog had been her uncle's pet or companion or something entirely different, but it hardly mattered now that he was dead. she hadn't thought much of the dog, she realized, and part of her was sharply curious.

"a long time ago. the end of winter. I haven't heard news of her since then. she'd seemed so small and ill-prepared for life in Teekon, she wasn't particularly confident in whatever her outcome had been.