Thread:Storm-in-Rain/@comment-33448285-20190505184832/@comment-26549875-20190508015218

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“My early life was like most - parents, a small camp, and a littermate. For me, it was a sister - my sister Ray.

“We grew up together. We were very, very close, the two of us. Like the sun and the moon. We were opposites, but without one another, we wouldn’t thrive.

“Fog entered my life soon after our parents had died. It was like something out of a pup-tale; we fell in love, and I was going to have a litter.”