She shifted in her spot with a heavy sigh right before the hushed baritones of her father called her name. Eyes and head shot towards him, her first instinct was that she was in trouble. Though when her eyes landed on his form, his body language spoke differently. Standing she obediently approached him before he continued on with speaking. Her eyes lit up with his words, her tail wagging (which was rare). He was inviting her to join him, to explore at night, and most importantly have one on one time with him. It was enough to make her stone face light up with delight.
"Of course I can," she stated as her features twisted into a small smirk.
This also meant that tonight she wouldn't be bored. Her mind swirled with what she would see and anxiously waited for her father to lead the way. Once he began to move she kicked up her heels and fallowed along side him. She kept one ear pined on his movements while her eyes and her other ear taking in the world around them as they moved away from the den. Sure she got to explore some during the day, when she hadn't been sleeping, but the night time was a whole different ball game. Different animals, different bugs, different life all together. Her eyes darted around wanting to take as much in as she could as they moved.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
