Blacktail Deer Plateau sad machine

If anyone's going for the Counselor trade, Junior could use some therapy, lol.

The past several days, Junior's boisterous, outgoing nature had given way to a more withdrawn, surly demeanor. She didn't feel like doing anything. She wasn't interested in practicing her trades; she didn't feel like bothering to find Dante; and she didn't even feel like eating. Eventually, however, the growing girl's appetite forced her to peel herself off the ground and skulk off in search of sustenance.

She found a cache and helped herself, then slumped to the ground nearby, a metaphorical black rain cloud hovering over her head. She'd told herself not to think about it and she'd avoided her father just so she wouldn't have to face the possibility. Still, Junior couldn't get it out of her head: her dad wanted to have more puppies, replacing herself and her three siblings. Hell, her mother probably wanted more too!

With a groan, the grouchy pup curled tightly into a ball and hid her face in her tail. She hated her parents. She hated herself for not being enough. The longer she lay there and wallowed, the worse her despair became. Maybe she would run away. She could go stay at Stavanger Bay again. Or maybe she could track down Aktaiê and join up with the sirens. Or perhaps she could go back to Sleepy Fox Hollow and become a hermit for the rest of her days.

If she was lucky, maybe she could lay like this forever and eventually cease to exist.