Joy in the little things

It was a strange feeling to have a pup be taller than you, but Antheia didn't think too much of it as she drew near. At this rate, everyone was taller than her. It was something she'd almost gotten used to. It was the really giant wolves that she took notice of. One day, maybe one day, someone would let her ride on their back like a horse. She almost giggled at the thought. She just had a lack of candidates for the job at the moment. She had plenty of time to cross it off of her bucket list though.


"I would love to join you! I was looking for seashells myself, but why do you want to find driftwood?" The tiny wolf dog asked. She'd personally wanted the seashells because they were pretty little trinkets, but driftwood held no real value in her eyes as far as being useful or even pretty as a decoration. She supposed she could use it for crafting, but she wasn't particularly fond of the texture either. She preferred sturdier pieces of wood that held up better and weren't water logged. Now that she thought about it, she supposed she could make a decent fire with it when they were done if it wasn't too wet.

ooc: crap tag, wasn't feeling her today D;

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