Duskfire Glacier baby doll, you need some rock & roll

The girl's concentration was so intense she didn't notice the giant gray boulder following her around. She had her little meatball of a nose stuck close to the ground, sniffing around like she had seen some other adults do --though in reality she wasn't even sure of what she was doing. As she began to leave the den behind her she began to feel more secure; maybe because part of her really felt the presence of her father shadowing her steps or just because the idea of going on her first solo adventure was exciting.

Her oversized feet held more grace now, through she was doing a lousy job trying not to leave anything behind. More than once her delicate pawpads left an imprint on the soil as she walked by. Thank god she was not a secret agent, or she'd be doomed.

After a good ten minutes of walking, sniffing here and there and stopping for an impromptu potty break, the flame drapped girl became tired. Not a single flower had popped by to say hello. Maera gave a little sigh and allowed her weight (and gravity) to push her onto her rump. "Whe' are you?" she barked into the air, hoping her question would summon the flowers and plants she was so desperately looking for.