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Dominus, as he was named, came forward and began to nose at her. Fever giggled sweetly as only a little girl can, her nose wrinkling and eyes squinting as she grinned. When he stepped back, asking who she was, Fe spoke through the remainder of her giggle. "Fever, but you can call me Fe." The girl also wagged, her tail longer already than the average puppy. Fever hoped that she would have long, luxurious fur like her momma, her grammy and her papa some day.

The boy invited her out to play and Fe cast a glance over her shoulder for just a second. She didn't really have anything to do in there, so... "Yes!" She didn't care what they did as long as she was out of the den and away from her brothers. "We can skip rocks at the beach if you'd like." Moving away from the den, Fever began picking her way down the path away from the den. Surely her mom and dad wouldn't mind. She was with a friend, afterall. That was good enough, right?

"Fever Mendacium"