JJ

Lore

JJ believes a rope is a question with two ends. If you take the other end, she will be pleased to discuss it for quite some time.

The brindle Great Dane patrols Lakeway’s Amber Terrace with a small star-shaped patch on her chest and mud in places royal portraits seldom include. Her red velvet can look magnificent. Five minutes outside can make it look experienced.

When the crossing to Frostspring broke, JJ held the rescue line while Lady leapt across. Chanel helped the tired arrivals. Bella watched the route. JJ did not give a speech about determination. Her mouth was full of rope, and the rope was doing a better job of explaining.

Afterward, she rested her chin beside her sisters and contributed some royal slobber to the stonework. Overhead, distant suns burned through another night. JJ’s own star was only a pale patch of fur. It was enough for a little traveler to recognize her and come sit close. She kept still. Some things are worth holding.