Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

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With wide open eyes did the young girl carry herself- unsure of where she was and if leaving behind Darky had been the right thing to do. The black female with the tuffed ears was the one who had found her- hunted for her. It didn't feel right in her tiny gut to now enjoy the company of so many others without her by her side. It also didn't feel right leaving Zephyr and Aggie behind- but how was she supposed to say "no" to SneezeMoms? He was nice, and his stutter humored her. The one everyone was speaking of- the lady beside Szymon and a pup that was around the same age as Chusi- had not "approved" of her, or, well, it didn't feel like it. Chusi had vaguely heard she was to be handed over to someone else- something she was greatly against. She had friends here now, she had a family near the sea that this whole group of sea wolves didn't know of and she had Darky.

With shy steps did she follow Szymon, but she did not settle near or next to him. The place where he was was too close to the lady. Instead she went for a more approachable wolf to place her attention on- a dark, sandy coywolf who's coyote blood had interested the little girl. Little did she know his name was @Arturo . She stumbled to him, not paying much attention to anyone around, placing her tiny bum on the ground in front of him. Hiiiii.... She whispered softly as to not disturb the wolves around.