Larksong Grotto fredonman

tired. no. "yes, t'ank you."
gracefully as she could, mireille folded her forelimbs close to her chest and lay down. this unfamiliar world. the unfamiliar terrain. she tapped her tail against the ground, now restless.
she had never slept before without the sound of the sea, at least not that she could remember. and now she lifted her head, and stared around, and stood again, pacing. "i wonder why he be all de way out here." hunting? ranging? mireille wanted to distract herself.