Summertime Fun

Rhea was mad. Her flower that she dug up and finally planted outside the den the other day got destroyed before she even went to bed that night! She just knew somebody did it on purpose, cause, well that's just how it had to have happened. How else would the pretty daisies have become so mangled?

Her foul mood was apparent as she wandered to meet her mother's summons, ears flat and scowl etched on her face. Sitting attentively before Lilliana, Rhea continued looking sullen as she waited for her brothers to come flying out of the den too. She bet one of them smashed up her flowers, they might do that while they wrestled and did boy stuff. A yawn parted her tiny muzzle as she waited, trying to dispel the remaining sleepiness that was hanging over her while she sat there.