Silvertip Mountain What I want

The young girl sat in the middle of the clearing, hoping one of the adults might wander by and she could tag along to wherever they might be going. She had been waiting a little while, and her patience was pretty much long gone. She understood the rules set in place by her Uncle Steady, and usually she did her best to adhere to them, but she wanted to go play. This clearing seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the day, and she couldn’t stand being cooped up here.

She went from sitting to running in the blink of an eye as she darted into the forest. If the adults wouldn’t come to her, she would go to them! She didn’t bother trying to stay quiet as she barreled through the underbrush of the forest, her nose searching out scents. She mostly got sniffs of creatures that normally roamed the forest floor, rabbits and mice and such. She wasn’t really in the mood for hunting; she would rather play and explore. She just needed to find someone to escort her.