3/12/2026, 4:40 PM
Rocks.
Pretty rocks.
Roskva had dreamed about pretty glowing rocks, and she would find them and bring them back.
On short, chubby legs, the little Callosum-Stormborn wobbled toward the mouth of the den, the only world she had ever known. She had taken to meat quite readily at the start of the week, beginning the transition from milk with an appetite that better suited a wolf of much larger proportions. It was a miracle she hadn't choked on anything yet; her stomach seemed endless with an energy to match it.
She bravely looked outside. The winding caves and tunnels of Northfall would be a fun challenge to tackle one day, but she would start small.
Turning around, she barked back inside the den -
- hoping to rouse her siblings to this very important cause.
Pretty rocks.
Roskva had dreamed about pretty glowing rocks, and she would find them and bring them back.
On short, chubby legs, the little Callosum-Stormborn wobbled toward the mouth of the den, the only world she had ever known. She had taken to meat quite readily at the start of the week, beginning the transition from milk with an appetite that better suited a wolf of much larger proportions. It was a miracle she hadn't choked on anything yet; her stomach seemed endless with an energy to match it.
She bravely looked outside. The winding caves and tunnels of Northfall would be a fun challenge to tackle one day, but she would start small.
Turning around, she barked back inside the den -
ROCKS!
- hoping to rouse her siblings to this very important cause.