Where chains will never bind you

*Lakota* · 09-01-2013, 12:02 PM

She had wandered pretty far from home. Like, really, really, really far from home. She hadn't meant to be so far from home, it was just that it was getting boring at home. Her poppa Cherokee had already taken her out around the whole place that they called home many times along with her siblings. But she hadn't met anyone else from her home. And Lakota wanted to meet people. She wanted to explore and see the rest of the world, but her parents were still convinced that she was much too young to go out exploring the rest of the land.
Too little! Hmm. I'm not too little. I'm a big girl. I can go exploring and be just fine. She thought to herself haughtily, tiny pups beating against the earth as she crossed into what was the battlefield, though the pup was much too young to understand what it was.

What she could understand though was this place smelled really bad. It smelled like blood, like when she would play with her sisters and brother and someone got a cut. But it smelled like a lot of wolves got cuts here. Speaking of wolves, a new scent tickled the babe's nostrils, catching her attention, topaz and ruby toned eyes searching for the figure of the new wolf. She spotted him not too far away, a large black mass. She reminded him of poppa, even though he didn't have the white ear like poppa. He was friendly right? With no sense of precaution the babe bounded up to the man, getting right in his face, her tiny head craning over his upside down one, tail wagging eagerly behind her as she looked down at him. Hiya mista! Why awe you laying down? Her speech was getting better. Somewhat she supposed. It would get better with time.

Speech,

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