Blacktail Deer Plateau Shame in my name

Dauntless sat outside Pema's den hoping to soak up some sun, but it seemed the clouds had other things in mind. Instead of soaking up sun, he was soaking up the doom and gloom of the overcast sky. It was not really fun at all. In fact, he might have said it was the opposite of fun. He was bored, as children often are, and he wanted to not be bored any more. He was not the brightest child, or maybe he would have thought to fix the boredom himself by, y'know, doing something.

Instead, he decided to complain out loud. "Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored..." He repeated the word over and over again, varying how loud it was, the intonation of his voice, and actually... it kind of worked to cure his boredom. Instead of being bored, he was playing with his voice.