Dragoncrest Cliffs you'll find me instead of the sun

Unless it involved water, Bat tended to lack the regulation childlike enthusiasm for new activities, including today's. Although she didn't protest (much) at being urged out of the den and onto her feet ("No, Bat, get your butt off the ground and move," Wildfire admonished when the Goufa plopped in the grass), she only defaulted to obedience because it was the path of least resistance. And Bat definitely didn't like putting energy into much of anything outside of aforementioned afinity for good old H2O.

She bumbled along beside the slender Feisripa, yawning every now and again as if to absently demonstrate her boredom with the proceedings. But despite her apparent weariness with the world, her silvering eyes flicked hither and thither (albeit slowly) as the caravan of wolves paraded across the territory. There were lots of compelling sights and smells, some of them familiar, though Bat was a little disappointed at the relative dryness of this particular venture.