What's A Bad Word?

Seere has moved further inland today, her small nose poking into every bush and shrub it can find. Animals scamper away, startled by the inquisitive pup’s presence and she giggles every time. As she sticks her dark nose into a rather large bush, a dove takes flight and the monochrome pup cranes her neck back to watch where it goes. Since it flies over her head, toward the ocean, Seere ends up tumble over onto her back, where she giggles happily and rolls onto her side.

With ease she stands up and gives her coat a firm shake to rid it of any lingering grains of sand. Once clear, the pup joyfully continues on her way. As she nears a nice shaded area, a large tree reaching its leaf dense limps outward, Seere hears a voice rumbling out in displeasure. Since she hates to see others angry or upset, the small pup quickly makes her way toward the source of the disgruntled noises. Hopefully she can help brighten someone’s day or… something.

"Seere Abraxas-Destruction"