Race to Witch Mountain

She was bored. Her little animal skulls were all nicely planted, and now that she was done with that, she didn't know what to do with herself. She had made her way over to the base of the volcanic mountain, dual toned gaze looking up towards the ashy sky that had darkened in the winter evening. She was so, so bored...maybe if she could find someone to entertain her...there were plenty of wolves in Habari, right? Maybe someone would play with her? She decided then that if someone heard her being all bored and stuff they'd come and join her so she wouldn't be bored anymore. She started making a shallow line in the dirt while randomly making croaking noises in random pitches (a la grudge style). Maybe that would attract someone's attention!