Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

There was no place she'd rather be than on her surfboard out at sea, as the song went.

But Bat didn't know about surfboards, seas or even songs yet. She didn't know shit.

Well, she knew a little about that.

Anyway, she performed most of the textbook birthing thread maneuvers: she was born'd, wiggled a bit, waved her paws, mlem'd a couple'a times, sucked a titty, burped, cried and fell asleep.

One day, she would be interesting. Today was not that day.