Northstar Vale This cruel world doesn't give out presents

Restless. She always felt restless lately, it seemed; confined to the area around the den, the only world she'd known so far. But she knew there was more out there — and it was that knowledge which kept her restless.

Julia brightened some at the sight of her father, at least. She beelined for the fawn he'd brought, tearing into it cheerfully before she thought to greet him. Hi, she managed through a mouthful of meat, then bent her head to reclaim the dribblings.