mama fight my teenage dreams

After being stuck in another daze, she returned to reality as a weight pressed into her leg. A leaf painted gaze drifted downwards to find the amethyst pup thanking her with delighted wags. It was what the girl referred to her that left her a little puzzled. She called her "mum". Now, there had to be some sort of misunderstanding there. The woman was sure she had no kids, especially frantic purple ones. "Mum? I'm not you're mum." She began slowly with confusion wrapped in her tone. Perhaps the pup was an orphan and had decided to latch onto the first wolf she came across, not that she wanted anything to look after.

The girl seemed to have quite a bit of energy running through her veins, reminding the older female of her own bouncing childhood. How the pup had managed to scale the height of the stone remained a mystery in her thoughts, but it was deemed unimportant at this time. It was strange how the girl confidently found no fear in heights while creepy crawlies happened to freak her out. Interesting personality, and she liked that.

However, the subject of mums wasn't over just yet. Whilst the pup introduced herself, she mentioned something about her mums. Did she have more than one mother looking after her? It was a little different, but she wouldn't question this.

"Well, hi there, Abby!" She returned the energetic enthusiasm with a broad smile. "My name's Titania, but I guess you can call me whatever." Her own introduction was finished with a shrug. She didn't mind being called mum, but if the pup started following her home, then there would be a problem over her shoulders.