Duskfire Glacier I don't know, man.

Currituck’s brows knit together and her head cocks slightly, ears flopping in momentum. She spends a lot of time by herself because the other puppies don’t seem to want to spend time with her (perhaps causing a lot of pent up energy to burn off, and the subsequent trouble she gets into). The adults aren’t all that exciting either so they’re only of so much use after all.
 
“Gods?” she ventures to ask, watching her with interest. “I’m doin’ nothin’,” she tells her with a swish of her tail thumping against the ground.