Hushed Willows Shooting stars are not stars at all.

The little wolf pup was bored. This place was dull and so far all her attempts to sneak off were thwarted by her mother and other wolves. She wanted her old home, not this stupid new home. It wasn't the normal she grew up with and the den she shared with Chusi and Dorea. Dakota was no quitter though, she would just have to try her other plans, she sure had a ton of them. Part of her was tempted to tell Dorea but then she realized her sister might tattle so she thought against it, even if two heads were better than one.

Her sea colored eyes saw something moving her way in her peripheral vision, small like her but with thick silver fur. Dakota lifted her head and looked at the boy, recognizing him from the border when her mother brought them to this stupid place. The black-and-white puppy sat up tall and barked at him, "Hhhey you, kkkid!" Though she stuttered, she looked anything but meek. "GGgget me out of hhhere!" If he was from the border he must know the way out of snoozeville! Population not her.