Sleeping Dragon excuse us while we sing to the sky

a.w but perhaps @Dio?

The girl became restless, more than once in a day. She suffered from boredom, needing to always be moving, always working, always for something. But now, there was nothing to hunt. No animals to stalk, no wildlife to stalk behind. Slowly, buds of regrowth sprung from the grounds but slowly wasn't fast enough. The dark muzzled female paced, paced more before digging a hole, then another, and another. There was no need for this action, but she did so anyways. She had always been that way, less inclined to focus but to move, the constant need to move.

By now, she had scouted most of the Drageda territory, and how uneventful it was. She approved of the pack as a whole but she needed to see more. The single mountian was not an easy feat, but she decided to attempt it otherwise. This was harder than it looked, her lack of nutrition and enegry did not assist her but wholefully bring her down. The girl let out a frustruated snarl, louder than she had intended. This could not be how she ended.