my mom could beat up your mom

They had only recently been granted "official" permission to explore the lands surrounding Avalon, and Lore was one of the last few pups to exercise it. In fact, she knew Theory had followed her to the border and was probably watching from a few hundred yards away. Although she'd never admit it, Lore was infinitely grateful. She basked in both of her mothers' attentions and knowing that momma was nearby made her a little bit bolder than she would otherwise be.

Lore trotted out along the border of the Veteran's Plateau, inspecting how autumn had begun to turn the grass over towards death's doorstep. It was crunchy and sparse in most places and overall a distasteful shade of brown or yellow. She had loved summer so much and was sad to see it go, but Abraxas ought to know what He was doing with the seasons and she tried to trust in His ways, even if it made her quite anxious not knowing what He was up to all the time. She'd been raised around mostly females and had developed a general mistrust of the sterner sex, which occasionally extended even to her God. Lore snuffled around a clump of dead grass, pawing at it for a moment to see if it unearthed anything neat underneath. Sometimes rarities were found here, she'd heard, but was disappointed when nothing but more mud was underneath. Why even leave Avalon if everything else was so boring? There was a certain comfort to her routine and out here she felt terribly exposed.

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