02-21-2022, 10:44 PM
-- small paws patterned across the ground, ball of fur that was jökull skittering across the camp grounds of the Coalition, chasing after a ball of moss tangled and messy, batting it between tiny paws with claws outstretched. She'd left the nursery, the three-month old enjoying herself as much as possible even when playing ball solo. Her tiny game brought her closer to the edges of the nursery's territory, tail a proud banner behind herself as childish laughter left the small girl. Ahead she could smell the scent of water coming from The Grotto, tiny ears swiveling forward in pointed interest. It smelt good, the water that she could smell.
I CAN BE ANYONE
-- speaks in #DEB887 -- jökull aeronwen tsune
-- speaks in #DEB887 -- jökull aeronwen tsune