Whitefish River Scourge

Prim was pretty pleased with the attention she got. Her tail was happily wagging when her mother plucked twigs from her fur and gave her a kiss. The girl plopped down on her butt and looked up at her mother. "I am feeerce MONSTA," she explained to her mother. She had wanted to make herself look scary with twigs and mud. She grinned proudly, her tail wagging.

She had been planning to stalk her sister and see how scary she really looked but then her mother had arrived. She wondered if her sister would even be impressed. Rain was starting to come down again, and for Prim it was almost normal with the amount it rained. "Bath?" she asked curiously, tipping her head. She didn't really want a bath but she did understand that dirty meant bath.