Moonspear gotta get a grip

She didn't mean it. She was probably just kidding, Galaxy told herself as she huddled beneath an overhang, trying to avoid getting caught in the sudden downpour. But what about what she said about singing? her inner voice countered itself. She said it was stupid! She called you stinky and fat! The youngster's pink tongue poked from her mouth and ran slowly along her bottom lip as her eyes peered out at the sheeting rainfall. And now you're lost!

The sound of the sudden onset rainstorm drowned out the voice in her head as Galaxy let out an uncharacteristic sigh and slumped onto her belly, her chin plopping none too gently on her left foreleg. She didn't know why Vela suddenly appeared to dislike her any more than she knew how to get back home to the den. After the rain tapered off a bit, she might try to howl for help. In the meantime, she sprawled there in her makeshift shelter, trying to process these unusually negative emotions.