Jade Fern Grove gold in your eyes, dancing like fire

Currituck’s eager gaze watches the woman as she speaks, ears perked up high upon her head as if she completely understands the foreign words. It doesn’t matter what she’s trying to say, she enjoys the attention and all of it directed at her. When she gets a little push with the dark paws, Currituck bounces back and growls playfully at the toes, snapping at them a little before the bounds off in the exact opposite direction she’d come from, bouncing from one spot to the next.