Lost Creek Hollow Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie

gannet's sage advice, however timely, mostly went over sionnach's head. his little droplets of wisdom curled away, much like water on the feather of a duck. she looked upon him blinking, for this talk of friends and non-wolves had her confused. didn't everyone  want to be her friend?

unfortunately, the young frostfur had yet to learn this was not the sionnach show, featuring the dimple-faced, lovable scamp sionnach. not everyone loved her the way she believed she ought to be loved, porky-pig included. sticking her tongue out resolutely, sionnach blew raspberries. "e was scared?" this newfound realization caused the tiny terror's chest to puff: she may have gotten hurt, but she had clearly intimidated that no-good scoundrel in the process. WIN!