The streams are clear and glow like crystals, and the stars shine down on the trees below, which seem to rustle almost rhythmically in the cool spring breeze. Small, quiet paw steps crunch the frosty grass as you pad carefully towards the exit of the Pup Den. “Sable..” A gentle voice freezes you in place. Your mother, Lilac, “Sable, get back in here and get to sleep.” She mutters, one eye still closed. You sigh but reluctantly walk back inside, settling down near your friends.
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