Malah's Journey

Malah fidgeted her shirt, a red-and-white striped, spaghetti-strapped top. Her jean-shorts were covered in marks from branches, but she mind at all. Her tail , rather bushy, had a burr or two caught in it, which she brushed out without a second thought. She shook her head and her long hair and pointed wolf-ears swished side to side. She then checked her wolf-feet for rocks that may have gotten stuck between her toes.
    This was a ritual that she'd already fallen into. She'd been doing this for about three days.
    Malah looked north. Something told her she needed to head that way.
    Nope says, find the witchlet and the goose.
    She heard the weird voice in her head. She vaguely wondered what a nope was, and where she'd find the witchlet and goose. Yet it didn't seem important. She knew where she was going, and she would head there.
    She looked to the stars before falling asleep in small park, on a tan colored bench.