01-07-2020, 08:35 AM
RAMONA LINGRÉ
✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN
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her ear stung like norhing else, and her breath was short, trembling as he left her, her good ear tracking his voice. "home ..." she whispered with a soft keen, her paws numb and tingling. "home?" where was home, in the end? coughing to clear her throat, the girl shook her pelt with a stifled exclamation of pain shooting through her like a sharp dagger.
gasping softly as stars danced across her vision, she shuddered, "home sounds nice ... wonder if auntie ... will be there." she mumbled, tail wagging softly at the mention of her uncle's mate, remembering the sweet blueberry muffins that he had brought with him when he had visited.
yawning softly, she tilted her head and sniffed the air, "it ... doesn't smell too good out here ..." she murmured quietly, claws scraping the ground in quiet anxiety. looking for his shape in the darkness, she sniffed the air, leaning forward slightly to track the smell that was beginning to cut through her muddled senses.
gasping softly as stars danced across her vision, she shuddered, "home sounds nice ... wonder if auntie ... will be there." she mumbled, tail wagging softly at the mention of her uncle's mate, remembering the sweet blueberry muffins that he had brought with him when he had visited.
yawning softly, she tilted her head and sniffed the air, "it ... doesn't smell too good out here ..." she murmured quietly, claws scraping the ground in quiet anxiety. looking for his shape in the darkness, she sniffed the air, leaning forward slightly to track the smell that was beginning to cut through her muddled senses.
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