we do talk about fight club

Korona’s eyes lit up even brighter as she watched her siblings roll in one by one. She gave a loud, triumphant laugh when Modesty announced her victory for being the first to arrive.

“Ha! Did ya hear that, guys? First to arrive, first to fight!” She puffed out her chest, grinning widely at her siblings through the stick in her mouth.

She listened intently as Modesty explained the rules, her excitement bubbling over. “This is gonna be awesome!” Korona could barely contain her energy, bouncing on her feet as she glanced around at her siblings, eager to see who would pair up with what companions.

When her mother warned her to step back, Korona snorted, waving her stick in the air. “Cranky or not, I’m ready momma! Bring it on!” Couldn’t be worse than waking up dad too early.

As the basket tipped over, Korona’s eyes zeroed in on the rodent, her grin widening even further as the girl’s paws stamped against the ground. “Alright, you little critter, let's see what ya got!” She brandished her stick like a sword once again, ready to take on the challenge with all the confidence she was known for. And the ermine was immediately posturing, tail up to frighten the girl, but Kor was no scaredy cat. The girl with the cosmos on her shoulder shot forward, aiming to thwack the ermine on the noggin as it rushed her in return.


THE KRAKEN