Snowforest Taiga what's left of our eden's garden to grow?

archiving, ty for joining!

phaedra wouldn't have thought to come out of the gate with i'm sleepy go away at the outset because she was, well, sleepy, and she'd tried politesse which hadn't worked at all. being a grumpkin and weaving tales to spook away littlers was more effective for permanent solitude besides. only except that backfired and made ciri more forthcoming which led to little phaedra peach moldering into something wormy and unpalatable as the moments ticked on. 
"fine," she heard with the mulish leer of a pinna, and pursuant the squelch of paws as they moused away through the swale. she breathed a sigh and was almost immediately transported into a deep, dreamless sleep. heavier rain or no, the pearl amongst the petals slept through it without complaint.

unfortunately for sagtannet's get (or not, she was rather the poxy whelp at the moment, but in all fairness handling stress was demonstrably not her province and she was piled under it), phaedra was more than willing to play with just about any pup other than them. ever since her mother's disclosure about her father having other children to cosset, she'd felt replaced, and she clutched bitterness in her fist like a hankerchief for that. 
not knowing who to blame for lost time with her papa made her wary of them all and not the least bit interested in socializing. particularly when she was exhausted from a long, dreary trip.

she woke up at sunrise with a vague memory of the night before, recalling now some snippets of her and papa's secret language, but took it for one of her vivid dreams and gathered an armful of flowers into her chest, smelling deeply of them to remind herself of home.