Today's gunna be a good day
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Although he was disappointed he couldn’t help but smile at the young girl’s playfulness and laid down to come closer to her eye level. She was large for a pup, but his head still towered over hers while it was rise. “My name is Yale young one.” He said warmly, the gentle curls of his fur coiling in the grass and damp fallen leaves. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled with mock-scrutiny. “You’re up quite early, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically “Did the spriggans wake you?” He asked, knowing full well she would have no knowledge of the mythical creatures from his homeland. She was certainly young enough to hear the stories he had been told in his youth; of the mischievous Sly Olin, the spriggans who loved to play tricks on children, and the Tawrings who ate up misbehaving children.
He supposed he should have asked her parents-whoever they were- if he could tell her such fanciful tales, Ley knew his own mother had screamed and wept with horror when she learned his nan had taught him and his littermates such heathen nonsense, and he never did see his nan again afterward, but these were lands without Ley and many of the wolves he met seemed to have no gods to speak of at all. It couldn’t hurt, and after all, some part of him still loved those pup-stories and wanted to see the joy he had felt as pup light up another small child’s features.
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