dig-bloons

Rags felt out of place among so many events that required physical prowess. Why weren't there any games of intellectual skill? It was a massive oversight, she thought sulkily. Even worse, she was flushed and in heat. Any adult wolf with a lick of sense could see it wafting off of her in waves. It was an embarrassing condition, to be sure.

But Torin was kind enough to let her tag along on his family adventure, and for that she was grateful. Lirim was turning out to be more of a home than she had ever imagined. She was gladly tailing Sio, relishing her puppy antics. There was something about it that warmed her heart - and scratched a certain maternal itch. "Look at you!" She praised the puppy as she dug. Rags had spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to dig nearby, with mixed results. Perhaps she would return to the spot later and try again - with all of the loose dirt in the hole, she couldn't even tell if she'd found anything.

Rags tried to dig at I-10