Hushed Willows Shooting stars are not stars at all.

Dakota had been lounging on a tall rock and so once the puppy asked her a question, she dramatically pounced her way down so she could trot in his direction. Her tail in the air and ears perked, Dakota began to lament as she paced around Sundance. She saw Dorea join them and inwardly Dakota hoped her sister wouldn't go telling their mother about this stunt, she kept up her confidence so there would be no doubts.

"This ppplace isn't my hhhome," Dakota said, straight forward and right to the point despite how often she tripped on words. The black-and-white little wolfess stopped mid step to shoot him a pointed look, brows furrowed. "You'd wanna bbbuzz off if yyyou were taken ffffrom here, right?" Getting in his face, she pouted. "So lend me a pppaw!" 

She turned to Dorea and taking in a breath she quickly added, "Dddon't tell mom, Dorea. Sides... don't yyou wwanna go hhhome?"