Swiftcurrent Creek There's always been a rainbow hanging over your head

It wasn't the voice, but the movement that caught her attention, drawing her eyes toward a dark shape near the bushes. Morena jumped a little at the sight and backed up, but the stranger was wagging her tail—and, when her nose caught up with her eyes, didn't smell so strange after all.

Morena sniffed curiously and started stumbling her way forward instead, bright eyes curious and her backside waving with her own attempts to wag. She tumbled toward the larger pup, not quite able to form words without her hearing, but a chorus of grunty whines escaped her throat as she approached, eager and curious to meet her big sister.