Another sleepless early morning. She was restless and anxious to leave the den. Since her meeting with the large male like her father she was interested to do more exploring, but didn't want to get in trouble for doing so. The danger that Draken spoke of had made the girl drift into stewing over his words. She was young and worthless, unable to fight back. She was intelligent enough to know that and for now she had to play it safe. In order to be able to safely learn and continue her young life. She did have plans to try and convince her father to let her go out with him, let her explore under his watchful eye. She wanted to get out and about with the protection of her father. Although Draken seemed trustworthy so far maybe, just maybe she could ask him. She had shoved herself far away from the pile, neatly curled in the corner staring at the wall. She was thinking, or stewing about recent events and what she could do going forward. She was extremely bored and was looking for anything to curb it.
She quietly stirred, moving to stand and quietly moving through the den towards the entrance. She settled back down beside the exit of the den and looked towards the exit. She so badly wanted to leave, so tired of hearing the sleeping forms of her siblings. Nose wrinkled as she sniffed, trying to take in the outside world that came wafting into the den. Though soon a tantalizing scent came upon the wind. It made her salivate, for reasons she was unsure of. She crawled into the exit, moving slowly and quietly. Just to the entrance to see what that smell was, but before she could reach it her father's commanding bark rang out. Up on all fours she went and raced out to him. Once she hit the exit and saw the mess on the ground she stopped and moved to the side so she wouldn't get bowled over by her siblings. She sat down and looked to the things her father brought, visually studying them, then she looked to her father curious at what he was drawing them out for. Was he going to teach them something? Her eyes held curiosity, but her outer facade remained calm and collected.
She had a thirst for knowledge and prayed that this was what father was planning today. As she waited for the others to join she bent down to the entrails closest to her and sniffed it, taking in the scent and memorizing it, but she dared not taste it yet, wondering if this may be something dangerous they would be taught about.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
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