Sawtooth Spire mascara for the lonely want

She was so preoccupied with her rocks, the greeting went completley ignored. It took her a moment to take notice of the dark figure, and she quietly gasped when she did.

The man was too dark to be her mother and too large to be her brother. Marble did not recognize his features. Who was this wolf and why was he so close to her rocks? Oh, her rocks!

Her attention from the man to her geode collection. She dove towards them and began grabbing them, because she was certain he'd come to tamper with them. Of course Marble couldn't fit all of them in her jaws. Whenever she picked up a second one, the first would fall.