Snowforest Taiga Right Sarah Lynn? ...Sarah Lynn?

A dog. Okay, that gives her something else to think about. She wants to get closer and examine in and figure out what it is that makes it a dog. Unfortunately, she can’t talk to it—could they talk? she’ll never know—and so she looks back up when asked if she’s hungry. Again, she shakes her head despite the slow roll of her stomach, saying otherwise.
 
“Um,” she starts, looking away from the dog to Aviana. It feels too awkward to talk about the dog when more is left unsaid between them. She doesn’t feel like the kid she had been when she first met Aviana, less awkward and more confident on tall legs but still she remains slouched and uncertain. “I should get going,” she tells her and looks to the ground, turning to her original path.