Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/

Misty wandered the forests, practicing to howl. I was something she needed to do to join her pack, but the fear of failure drew her ever closer to the centre. She lifted her snout, and initially, she whimpered.
The moon concealed itself under its cover and whispered its hello. ‘Shine, little one, shine!’
‘What if I shame my family?’
‘You won’t. We all have to start somewhere.’
Leaves crunched under her paws as she plucked up the courage to try again. A tiny scream, similar to a kitten crying out for their mummy, but it boostered her. She took a deep breath, and the second attempt, the ground beneath her shook.
‘Bless you, sweetheart, that was amazing. We all heard you.’
‘Did you like my howl?’
‘I loved it, and we are all so proud.’
I like your cute story, Diana.
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Thank you 😊
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Nice to be part of a loving pack! ❤️
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It is ❤
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A lovely story Diana. “We all have to start somewhere “ Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you 🐈⬛🐾
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You’re most welcome
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😀
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All the encouragement—no way will Misty go wrong. This is the kind of attention and support and support every youngster needs. I love it Diana. Thanks.
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🙂🥰
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