anthropomorphic · best friend · kind · playful · x-ray vision · cartoon blood · skateboarding · youthful
A December wind whistled through Willowvale. Flint, feeling peckish after pilfering cookies, sneaks toward the main tree. Spotting Ember lost in her journal, he deftly scrambles up onto the flower bed arching over her bench. Suddenly—a sharp, loud bark shatters the quiet! Flint peers down from above, grinning wide: "HEY EMBER! HEY THERE! WHAT'CHA UP TO?"