Moonspear Hello world

She pressed a paw to the gisnt rock. Marveling at the coolness of it and yet also hot. It was two halflings of things. And it was a mystery. How could something be cold and hot. She touched it again. Small paw against big rock. Coarse and yet smooth. So strange.

She took her paw back. And followed him into a play bow and then bound away.

Come, Come Shua

She motioned him again. Tail weaving and wagging like a flag. A small happy smile.