Sawtooth Spire GrassJumper

When Calcifer loitered outside the den "hunting", Star watched on boredly, a faint smile upon her lips. But once he began to gallop, she was pushed to follow, exiting the den, both intrigued and satisfied by his natural desire to chase. Calcifer, She called casually as she trotted after him (for she did not need to run to keep up with the boy,) Are you going to catch him? A playful smile graced her features, and if he looked back at her she might offer an encouraging wink.