Oh no!
Although her mother's words were somewhat comforting, it still didn't change her view on snow. Hopefully she wouldn't need it. There wouldn't be any pain or nasty feelings, and if there were, she'd fight through them because no cold snow was ever touching her russet face. Yeah, her ouchie would go away all by itself without snow's "help". Almost coincidentally, her cheek started to itch. With her mother's warning forgotten, she raised an ebony paw to rub the nuisance but stopped herself in the last moment. "No touchy," she told her paw, narrowing her emerald gaze. "I'm keepin' an eye on you."
On her haunches she stared up at the woman she resembled so much, a look of melancholy in the pup's eyes. As her mother spoke, countless questions ran through the quiet girl's loud mind. How could she ever learn so much? How could she ever remember it? Two herbs seemed enough to commit to memory, but more? It all seemed so difficult, so discouraging for a young child. Although the woman explained she had plenty of time to plan her future, even mentioning that her other mother could teach fighting - whatever that was, she had already made up her mind. "I wanna be just like you!" she sang with a light, melodious voice, lifting her head to touch her mother's nose with her own. "I'll be a...a..." Her vocals faded as she stumbled on the word. Tilting her head, she inquired in a perplexed manner, "What are you?"
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