Perseverance

Determination dog

Once a few minutes had passed, Milly finally came back to her friend, her clothes patterned red with blood. She seemed happy though, for she was carrying a red thing in her arms. Since Milly was a distance away, cara could not make out what the thing in her hands was. Milly arrived in front of her friend.
Upon closer inspection, cara realised that in milly's hands was, in fact, a red dog. Cara looked confused.
"What's that?" She asked.
"A dog of course!" Milly exclaimed, "it's red for determination. I found it over there, in that forest thing. It fought me at first, like green said they would, but now it loves me! It's like my little companion. She can accompany us on our adventures. I think I'll call him Crimson." Cara giggled. She had never seen Milly so pleased. Crimson stuck his tounge out, pleased to have found a loving owner.
"How'd it fight you?" Asked cara.
"It started shooting these weird bone things at me and I had to dodge them, like in a bullet hell game. It stopped shooting every once in a while and I played with it and talked to it, like green said too. That's all!" Answered Milly, unable to contain her excitement. Crimson licked her blood stained arm, delighted to be getting so much attention.
Milly gave cara an Apple that she had supposedly found in the forrest. Cara didn't look as hurt as Milly, then again, Milly had probably just been hid by a lot of bones trying to tame crimson. Milly sighed. It was like a dream. Surely no one had ever experienced anything quite so amazing. Cara looked at milly's arm, worried. It had a massive gash across it, deep and sore looking. "The bones must have done that," she thought. Milly didn't seem to mind though, neither did crimson.
Milly told cara that they should both get some sleep. After all, they were both certain that it would be a long day tomorrow.