Dawnlark Plains puppy bowl sunday

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she has yet to come to appreciate the outdoors, though the occasional pretty flower or rock made it worth the venture out of the den, sometimes. she did not like the way she was pushed outside that particular summer morning, made to sit amongst other, small-wolves (thought one, to her alarm, seemed a great deal bigger - yet not big enough to be a big-wolf) 

she voices her displeasure with one of the huffs that are growing common, but is nonetheless attracted by a certain shiny stone that seems to catch the light in just the right way. mind made up, she begins a slow and careful march toward it; place a fair distance from where she'd chosen to huddle beside Aditya.