They tell me I'm too young to understand

With tiny little paws, the starved pup had somehow stumbled into this land, and now she was all alone. Of course, she didn't feel any fear, not any actual fear that she would have. But when the wobbly howl of a pup filled the air, the three month old child flinched away. For a moment, she wondered if she should go around. But the slight curiosity that nibbles at every pup had not been too kind to her lately, so she walked forwards, stumbling over her paws until she was close enough to let out a wobbly howl. This howl was not as high pitched, and it broke a few times before she could continue the howl. Then, her paws would drag themselves to the pup, and she wondered at what she would see, a pup a lot like her. Not the same colors, of course, but the same starving frame, the ribs showing. But this child didn't seem too hungry. Maybe she had a family around, one that was trustworthy. One that didn't leave their children just because they didn't all look like one or the other. A family that actually loved what they did, and their children. But it was unlikely that such a family would take in the poor child. Well, that's what Silveris thought.




"She speaks"