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The boy didn't get it. He looked completely dumbstruck, following her gestures blankly to and fro. She frowned, beginning to feel a little frustrated. Stupid English! Stupid, nonsense language! She huffed for a second, and watched him move the stick around in his mouth. A good stick, that was. Not too thin, and not all splintery. Where could he have gotten that? "Like...my stick?" He questioned awkwardly.

She nodded vigorously. Now the name of it wouldn't be forgotten, she filed it away in her brain carefully. Well, as carefully as a child her age could. "Da." She affirmed, taking another step closer. Her tail started to wag again, just a little. "Nice.. stick." She told him with a big wide grin. "Where find? Want stick." The more she said it, the better she would remember. Mama had taught her that. The babe really did want a stick of her own, something to chew on and toss around. The den was very boring, only ratty old sleeping pelts to play with. Eventually they got torn up by their teeth, and there was nothing to play with.