#drawn on good old MAGMA.IO !!!!!

[itsnotmourn]

A younger Winifred (or known here as Iori) and their first experience with dogs.

note: last pic should be "...does not MEAN it will..."

STORY TIME

Seeing all the hunting dogs made little Iori all excited inside; she always wanted to get close to one but unlike the rest of the children who could easily walk to them, the size of the dogs rippled a tiny fear.

Two good friends of Iori, a girl and a boy, were determined to show her how cute the dogs can be. After all, they were all well-trained and loyal to the village folk.

There they all stood, near the mountain river on a cold Autumn day. As Iori stood from afar, the two children petted one of the beloved hunting dogs, then urged her to come forward. It seemed well and good. The two friends had nothing but good intentions for their little buddy.

The dog wagged its tail when Iori got near, nice and slow she went, just like what her friends advised her to do. Her tiny hand lowered to the dog's sight, and as its tail continued wagging, Iori—

The dog bit her hand.

And a shriek tore the air.

At the end of the day, three children were still three children. With the dog running away, they all panicked. None of them had expected the friendly dog to bite; it never did before! None of the other children or adult had been bitten!

Eventually, the three get scolded by one of the elders and a woman on break. The bite had only caused a bruise and by the following weeks, it was like it never happened.

Centuries past. What happened that day was just an accident. Now going by Winifred, they think dogs are still rather cute. It has come to her attention that most animals just don't like her presence.

She has one idea why.