The young girl would bounce gracefully through the mangrove roots, her white coat making a stark contrast to the dark bark. The evening was beginning to fall on Ludicael and the young she pup was busy chasing the bugs that were finding their way into the air. She was reminded of when Canta had shown her the bug rolled up onto her tongue and she was careful not to ingest any of the tiny beings. Most of them tasted quite gross, so she refrained from tasting them. Instead she would enjoy herself by simply using her paws to catch them.
As her pads became sticky with their guts she would finally cease her massacre, the sun was beginning to disappear and she was quite ready to cuddle up with her family. She didn't feel extremely tired, but the chill of the night began to creep upon her. Short ivory legs would carry her back to where she knew her den was, but she still had quite a walk to go.
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