Lost Creek Hollow so im going back to santa monica, new york to L.A

There was a angry grumble somewhere among the trees that caused Aurelia to stop in her tracks and lift her head up. She pricked her ears and waited, wondering if again she'd have the bad luck to cross paths with another crass creature with intentions to fight her.

Suddenly the stranger appeared before her, it was a female drapped in browns and eyes of bright burgundy. She carried a stick between her teeth as if it was treasure, and though for another the sight of it would have appeared as strange Aurelia did not judge, she could not, for she too had been once guilty of collecting seemingly useless items and doing other things that earned her judging glares from strangers.

The female froze, a small paw lifted as if to silently warn Aurelia to keep her distance - so she did.
She was not a stick-thief , or she did not plan to be.

She looked at her silently, her tail tip beginning to swish from one side to another in a slow wag.
Then her gaze fell to the floor, near her own feet there was another stick, not as big or special as the brown beauty's but one Aurelia could claim as hers. So with a swift movement the preta picked it up,  holding it delicately between her teeth for a moment before tipping her head sideways and falling gently into a playful bow.
There was no doubt the Lockhart would always be a child at heart.