some tired island In your heart called Paradise

It only took her a moment to notice that this youngster was alone. Looking down upon the small, fragile creature, Macaria looked at the star fish that was still squirming. Where in the world were the parents? Had they no pride in their child? Furrowing her brows she looked back at the slate coated boy. Now taking in his Aroma, the lady found no signs of pack life in him. But there was wolf stench on him, and it was clearly active. "Where are your parents? Shouldn't you be with them?" Soft voice lingered in arch depth of vocabulary. Now, she was rather worried for a pup to be this close to an oceanic pool of water, but she was sure that the pup's parents let him have fun. Sitting down now, the lingered her head closer to the young boy. Taking a break of bombarding the poor lad with questions, her words leaked out. "What were you playing? My name is Macaria. But you can call me Mac if you wish."
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