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The little girl had her doubts about what Sundance claimed, Dakota making a face as she looked at him. Her cerulean eyes shifted from Sundance to her sister, watching Dorea. "I dddont want to ssstay," she grumbled in protest, slumping her shoulders and deflating like a balloon. 

Sundance offered friendship but Dakota felt homesick, it made her puff out a heavy breath. She plopped onto her belly, tucking her chin on her front paws. "I ggguess," she woofed with a moody squint.