Although she had approved of the move to that didn't stop her from venturing out and to the dancefloor for some much needed sun and fresh air. The caves and darkness within the gorge was more than welcome to the large woman, but basking in the warmth of the impending-summer sun was just as nice. Besides, with the bladder of water she carried, the sands of the dancefloor would make for some nice bowls and there wasn't such a thing as having too many bowls.

Although she wanted one of her children to join her, perhaps just for the company or even to teach them something, she decided to leave them be to play, explore, or whatever it was that her children did when they're weren't sleeping. Besides, they were just children and she hardly minded that they often got into their own activities. They were young and Widow really had no intention of being anything less than a fun mom as long as they followed the very simple rules she had laid out, which were mostly to obey Medusa as if she were also their mother and to let her know if they wanted to explore beyond the borders so she could send one of her own companions out with them. Even today her little friends were stretched thin, likely doing their best to keep up with her eager kids.

Choosing a warm and sunny spot to begin her work, she laid down and started to place some water into a bowl she had brought to hold it easier. Funny how she was making a bowl and using a bowl, but the bowl she had brought was poorly made; hardly symmetrical. Widow's intention was mostly to remake it, though it wasn't like it wasn't useful at least for some things. Once it was ready and set aside, she turned slightly to dig in the dirt a bit with her dexterous toes and made a nice little pile. Retrieving some of the dirt and setting it in front of her before wetting her paws in the bowl, she added her wet paws to the dirt and started to make a ball of mud while humming softly to herself.

"Speech!"

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Being a young pup allowed out of the den was everything Shriek had dreamed of. There were new scents, sounds, and plenty of places to explore. The sun was warm and even just rolling in the grass was an enjoyable task. The girl was simply enjoying being a child, full of smiles, hope, and laughter as she played both with her siblings and on her own. Today was the latter, the girl having been following a beetle as it crawled on some grass. Every time it flew to a new location Shriek had followed it, her dual colored eyes shining with fascination. It was neat! At least until the bug had decided that it wanted to fly farther away and Shriek lost sight of it.

But she wasn’t deterred from having a good time. She just needed to find something else to do! She trotted back the way she had come, gaze soon falling on the familiar form of her mother. Shriek’s eyes lit up as she happily trotted over to her, flopping beside her parent with a smile as she rubbed against her in greeting. “Hiya mommy~!” True to her nature, Shriek’s voice was loud as she spoke, not that she really seemed to notice the volume. Her gaze flicked to the bowl at her mothers paw and she pounced forward, head coming down to examine it.

“Whatsit? And why are you playing in the mud?” She asked. When they got really muddy, mommy made them take a bath. Was aunt Medusa going to make her mommy take a bath too because she was getting muddy?