Containment Protocol Deactivated
08-20-2019, 03:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-20-2019, 04:02 PM by Pestilence.)
It was finally time to leave the den and little Pesto was absolutely thrilled at the prospect. The pups were raised with confidence and strength and so the tiny pup had no fear of the world once she was allowed to roam it. Her first steps from the den brought her to Wolfpaw Lake, she wanted to go further and explore the wondrous land but knew her mother would not appreciate the young ones leaving pack borders so soon. For now everything was new and exciting, and so the pup was happy to race around the territory shouting gleeful hello's towards anyone and anything that moved. Her initial energy expended so very quickly that it caught the pup off guard, one moment she was zooming circles around rocks and boulders and trees, and the next she'd found herself flopped upon the grass with heavy eyelids and not a single inclination to stand up and continue her expedition. She'd be here forever, unable to walk or move; that much Pesto was wholeheartedly convinced of. Since when was playing just so darn exhausting? "Speech" "Thinking" "You." |