The Lunar Legacy
Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, they’re home.
Lila spun through the lupines, wiry frame buzzing, chestnut ponytail bouncing as she led pups in a moonlit dance, hazel eyes blazing, courage now her song—she’d slung stones, held hearts, grown radiant. Her sling lay tucked away, voice soaring, guiding a pup’s clumsy twirl, joy her crown. Spark, her wolf, yipped, small and vibrant, tail a blur. You’re their star, Lila—dance, shine, soar!
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