Lost Creek Hollow You are one of them, everything but femme

Malice simply adored puppies. Though only recently having become a fan of the little furballs, her love for children was deep and gentle. She had generally become far more gentle after having her own two sons and sharing her love with her family. So, that she loved the little russet and brown bab with a bone upon first glance did not come unexpectedly.

Though not nearly as tiny and helpless as younger puppies, the masked pupper had already won Malice over completely and the gentle giant bowed down a little to greet the other. What do you have there? She asked with a smile, her own chocolate tail swinging in the cold breeze.