I got my mind made up and I can't let go

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The unguarded curiosity in his gaze reminded her so much of the sister she sought, who was always the one who wanted to know things about people, and about herbs, and about the way everything worked. All Lakota had ever wanted to do was see the world, and everything in it, and that had yet to change. His beaming smile was such a sweet little thing, and she adored it. In response to her query, his little tail slapped against the mud slicked terra so heavily she was briefly worried it might come off. His squeaky pup voice announced a single word, home, and her suspicions were affirmed. A jovial little dance on the spot would follow, and the giantess would only laugh. What a sweet little one, undoubtedly her sister's child. The pallid femme would straighten once more, and watch the wolflet let out an indignant squeak as his spine was splattered with a dollop or seven of mud from his tail.
Without another word, the two were off to see Novel. It would be good to see her again, it had been a very long time. Then it occurred to her, Novel might not have even seen her yet. She could not recall meeting up with her sister again since she returned, though she'd probably seen her at the occasional Ludicael meeting, before it had become Sawtooth. She hadn't visited for a while, though she'd met up with Dhiren just after the renaming of her family pack. Tea cupped paws struck the terrain with only muted squelching sounds, and she only slipped occasionally. Thank the gods this was no longer a torrential downpour, or she'd be tempted to curse profusely. That would probably damage the child beside her more than anything else she could do. Probably. "What's your name, sweetheart?" She hummed, dual toned gaze directed to the youngster who she was trailing along beside. Knowing Novel, she would have picked something with a whole lot of meaning behind it.