“I just don’t like wolves,” Meparik signed. “They’re scary.”
“No they’re not!” Crislie insisted, squishing the direwolf’s terrifying jowls between her hands. Daughi’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. “Does this face look scary to you? Nuh-uh! Daughi’s as sweet as raspberry pie — come down from that tree and give her a pat.”
“Look at her teeth! She could eat me and a raspberry pie all in one bite!”
I got a little writer’s blocked yesterday and today, so I decided to sort through the “scraps” section at the end of Frostbitten Prophet’s manuscript. Finding lots of cute little gems like this.
(And yes, “Daughi” is pronounced like “doggie”.)














