Boring! Booooring!
Bored!
Roskva huffed as she stomped the winding interior corridors of Northfall's mountain. There was no one around to play with! At three months old, she now subsisted on a primarily meat-based diet, and somewhere between the ten thousand questions of 'What's that?' and 'Why?', she felt the constant urge to chew on everything around her.
PLAY WITH MEEEEE!
she howled into the empty air.
Only silence answered.
Now thoroughly put-out, the pup looked for the nearest discarded stick and flopped down to set to work gnawing at it - and in her stillness, small motes of light began to pop into existence all around her, drifting lazily through the air.
