So lost in grief, the young girl had not noticed the floppy-eared big wolf thing until he spoke. He was oddly shaped, but he was shiny. Mamma would want her to be brave, right? Was she supposed to talk to strangers? Did it matter anymore? He also spoke in words she didn't quite understand. Sniffling softly as tears continued to fall, she tilted her head and watched him not answering for a moment. She didn't know how to answer or what to do. He didn't seem mean. Maybe he would be her friend? Maybe he would want her around. Sobs continued to wrack her small body as she was overwhelmed with what to do.

It was stupid, very stupid of her, and yet she couldn't stop herself from moving. She ran to the golden floppy wolf thing and moved to cling to its right forepaw. Daddy left us. Can you take me home? She said through tears. Even though it was warm now, she felt cold and alone and yet was too nervous to press into the stranger's space. Maybe Mamma still wants me...I try to be good. Maybe Daddy just forgot me? Discordia ramble, trying to be brave and hope it was a mistake and that she was wanted. 

Blue eyes looked up at the man as she managed to blink away the last of her tears. She needed to be brave; Mama would be disappointed in her otherwise. We have big bones at home. Maybe Mama will let me give you one? She remembered from her trip that there were gifts and payment. If she could give him a gift or this payment thing. Or uh I can find you a pretty rock or uh a lizard?" She had so much she needed to learn still, but she tried recalling things she had seen and experienced to maybe bargain her way back home.  [q]Please, mister shiny? Shaking her head for a moment, she hadn't been very polite. Sorry. We are Discordia. Who are you? Also, your fur is pretty. Compliments usually made others more willing to help, right?

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