[She turns to look up to the skies, the mention of the new moon coming bringing about a twinge of nervousness. She doesn't know why, but the idea of the moon being dark at all leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But by the time she turns her head back, Eustace is already trotting over, following the footprints.
He really is a puppy himself when it comes to other dogs... And all she can do is give a rueful smile before she follows, bringing her voice low again to gently remind him.]
Eustace... Take it slow.
[The prints themselves are tiny, their own double in size, and from the looks of it, they lead into the bushes. Her ears prick forward, her nose twitches, and she thinks she hears a quivering up ahead.]
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He really is a puppy himself when it comes to other dogs... And all she can do is give a rueful smile before she follows, bringing her voice low again to gently remind him.]
Eustace... Take it slow.
[The prints themselves are tiny, their own double in size, and from the looks of it, they lead into the bushes. Her ears prick forward, her nose twitches, and she thinks she hears a quivering up ahead.]