Imogen doesn't just make it to the bush before him she practically crashes through it before he got there, falling into it's branches. Once her paws were safely under her again she hopped out of the shrub, tail moving a mile a minute and her tongue lolling happily from her jaws. She watched the boy as he spoke, frowning for a moment before she remembered! Right! She'd been accusing him of being the flower stealers! The girl took a cautious step forwards, sniffing him and getting probably a little too close. (She hadn't developed a good sense of personal space yet considering she was mostly surrounded by family.) Taking a few good sniffs she fell onto her rump with a thwump and frowned again.
"Yeah... You don't smell like the flower stealers." She said, confused, somehow managing to get the game and reality a little jumbled. Plus... He was right. Her cheeks flushed with colour and she dropped her gaze for a moment. Imogen knew it wasn't right to lie but she hadn't meant to. "S'not my home." She mumbled, kicking at the ground. "M'sorry I didn't mean to lie." The look she gave the boy as she lifted her gaze again was a painfully genuine one, seeking his forgiveness.
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