Better to be strong then pretty and worthless

Settling in to this new land left PLENTY to still be explored. Makara found her days completely eaten up by wandering through the territory, scoping out the very best places to set traps and investigate further. None of her traps had caught anything interesting... YET! But that didn't mean it wasn't worth doing. Mak was fully absorbed with checking out of her trenches disguised beneath a thatch of greenery. She was just sticking out a tentative paw to clear the greenery away when she heard her father's call. BUT I WANT TO SEE WHAT I'VE GOOOT! She groaned internally, paw raised midair, but retracted it when she thought better of it.

He probably had something important to say. After all, he didn't pay much attention to them unless it was Serious Business. Mother was much easier to talk to. Makara had found herself maybe even (possibly, just a little bit) avoiding her father even more after they had moved. It was easier to get lost in the hustle and bustle when everyone had more urgent tasks to attend to than wrangling her. Meekly, she turned away from her trap and scampered towards Azure's stern call.

Makara skidded to a stop in front of her father, ribcage blowing hard. At least he would see how fast she came! The young girl adjusted her goggles, popping them up above her eyes. Snow was near-constant here and they had come in handy when the sun glittered brightly across the drifts, but he probably wouldn't like it if she addressed him with them on. "MAKARA REPORTING FOR DUTY!"

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