Shadewood Hey now put your hands in the air

The girl rose at the emergence of Cry, his form materialising from the shadows as if her thoughts summoned him; glacials eyes finding form first. Her white banner waved above her hips and she quietly trotted to greet him with a soft chuff. "Hey Cry, I'm digging myself a den!" The youth grinned, lifting her chin with pride at her small achievement. 
"Ain't I doing a great job!" The girl turned and trotted back to the mound she'd made and the beginning of her den (nearly said hole that sounded strange for poor ol' Phex) that she was oh ever so proud of. Her sea-green gaze turned to Cry expectantly on his comment.

She often expected praise, but she also expected ways of making her efforts better and, right now, she really needed advice on digging an ultra hole. Then, an impulse took over the girl, imploring her to quickly swipe some of the loose dirt up at Cry. The youth jumped sideways with a playful yap and positioned in a play bow. She needed a time out after all her hard work.