Sleepy Fox Hollow pyroclast

MaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAUUMMMMM She complained, her mother's warm invitation opening up a conversation which would absolutely begin with complaints. I hate this ssssstuff, how long's it gonna laaast for? She complained, her voice high and nasal. She whisked her thin tail, the lengthening hairs rattling like a poorly handled whip. She grunted at the suggestion that she divulge her travels. Fancy was the one who told stories, not her. 

Feeling particularly sooky and grumpy, she nevertheless moved closer to her mother, at first seeking reassurance.  She bumped her muzzle against Selenia's suspiciously rounded side before she paused, and fiendishly dipped her head below her mother's flank, searching for a teat even though she knew she would likely find no milk.

Sometimes the best consolation was pushing buttons just to get a reaction.