Life Itself

Young galaxy full of life, her fur bristling with energy. She bounds through the thick underbrush, her senses alive with the thrill of the forest so fresh and new to her. Suddenly, a rustle to her right caught her attention. She skidded to a halt, ears swiveling, and spotted her sibling, Gilda, emerging from the foliage, and her eyes instantly gleamed with mischief.

Korona's nonexistent tail wagged instinctively (if it could), sensing a challenge — or a puppy brain perceived one. With a playful growl, she lowered her front half into a crouch, inviting Gilda to a game, a spar. “C’mon, Gilly! Think ya can win against' me?” Korona teased, her voice dripping with playful arrogance.

THE KRAKEN