Blackfeather Woods dream of my world, i live on my world

Rather than being put down by being thrown to the ground, the pale child merely let out a giggle to match the dark one's. Soon the tugging on the root captivated her again, but just as she pounced towards the stick and the dark one both the dark one collapsed, giving up. This turned the pale child's attention away from the root and instead of going for the prize again she pressed her head against the dark one's shoulder and then half jumped, half clambered over the dark one and moved to rejoin their caretaker's side, inviting the dark one with a playful woof.