Millie was always energetic, annoyingly enough. Somehow able to sleep without trouble for as long as she pleased, and was equally able to remain awake without fatigue. An odd creature.

Still, it took long enough to herd Tiberii out before sunrise. She insisted so—Millie only had such vivid dreams while night was still falling. So, surely, such discoveries could only be made while the sun still slumbered beyond the horizon. Surely.

The woman continued to usher the bull out towards the fields. What was it you found again, dear? She chirped, turning her head towards Tiberii, a rock...? The fawn-furred wolfdog sauntered over the ground with her nose held close to the ground.

Perhaps it was curiosity, but there was, no doubt, a fair mix of the fear of missing out. Millie was happy to remain unaffiliated with the back, but Tiberii was just about her only friend in Mythris. She wanted to be more involved.