03-16-2019, 11:24 AM
Her mama had always warned her about ferals, said that they were dangerous and unpredictable. Flo had never met one herself, but she knew better than to doubt her mom, especially when she was right there, watching her. It was nice to know she was always there, but it was also somewhat restricting. She was a good girl, but sometimes it was fun to break the rules.
When she heard their leader--whatever that was--speaking, she hurried over, curious to see what the commotion was about. Then she noticed the new addition, a large, golden dog. Her eyes grew wide, both in awe and trepidation, as she watched the canine, standing back in hesitance with her doll gently held in her mouth. This was their new leader? But ferals couldn't make decisions or speak or do anything important! And why was everyone just going along with it?
So many questions, so few answers. Looking lost and confused, she stared at the dog, not sure how to feel about this.
When she heard their leader--whatever that was--speaking, she hurried over, curious to see what the commotion was about. Then she noticed the new addition, a large, golden dog. Her eyes grew wide, both in awe and trepidation, as she watched the canine, standing back in hesitance with her doll gently held in her mouth. This was their new leader? But ferals couldn't make decisions or speak or do anything important! And why was everyone just going along with it?
So many questions, so few answers. Looking lost and confused, she stared at the dog, not sure how to feel about this.