The morning sun, rising brightly and shining itself right into my eyes awoke me from my peacful dreaming. "Goodmorning, Bellalyse." Ione was already awake and moving about our camp. Her pure white fur, marked with streaks of red fur moving down her back, moved lightly with the slight morning breeze. She gracefully walked over to me and layed down beside where I lay. I softly stroked her ear and she laughed. "It's funny, you treat your mother like a dog!" She joked. I laughed and scratched her belly. She let out a satisfied whimper and rolled back onto her stomach then stood up.

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