She nuzzles their forehead and laughs right back, voice clear and bright like ringing bells. It's such a shame that she lost the bell on her collar early, tangling it in a briar and finding herself unable to locate the bell in the dirt.

"My mother always told me that if you wished to be something, believing you could was always the first part. Like being brave, or kind."

She finally pulls back and drops back to all fours. "But it is wise to not lose sight of your true self, I admit."