What Makes You Different Makes You Beautiful

The play of her siblings had turned too rough for the runt; she had slunk away some time ago limping a little bit though only for a moment as the pain in her leg receded. The girl was pouting, she wanted to play too! Her size had its advantages in other games, like hide and seek but when it came to rough housing she was woefully under equipped, easily knocked over and stepped on. She was seated upon the sands, pawing at is absently as she watched. She gave a huff and shifted, burying one paw into the soft shore and quickly pulling it out, flicking the sand off.
He mother approached and her tail gave a small wag, though she quickly turned her attention back to her siblings. Then the golden woman lowered herself to eye level and had Freya?s full attention. As her mother spoke, her tail began to beat against the beach, turquoise eyes filling with curiosity. "Uh-huh" She said, giving a quick nod and rising to her paws.



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