now, what was happening was all new to her. a moment ago, the pup was resting in the nursery. watching the younger kids playing while she simply relaxed for a change. yet, as is almost always the case, she grew bored of just laying about. she always grew bored of laying around like that. she was one that enjoyed her alone time and she enjoyed the ocean. so, she decided to find her way back to her beloved waters.

slowly rising to her paws, she had picked her way through games of mossball and warriors. dodging little balls of moss and ducking under pouncing kids. she left the nursery without looking back even once. paws carefully guiding her to the beach once more. it was here that she found the little thing that was now clinging to her fur. it was a strange mouse like thing and she was highly confused by it.

yet, she let it snuggle into her fur as she lay in the sands. the little three toed jerbo was actually rather cute. maybe she would keep it. what harm was there in that?

"speech"