@Sylva lemme know if i should change anything
The growing girl was getting tired of all this stuff falling from the sky. It seemed like every day that she woke up it was either falling or the puffy things that brought them were close. If she got lucky she could romp about outside before the stuff fell. It wasn't like she didn't like it or anything but it just got boring after a while.
Restless as usual she squirmed in the den. Stubby legs with growing paws flailed about as she entertained herself for a bit. It was fun laying on her back sometimes. When she looked everything was different compared to how it was when she was standing. Hawthorne could only chalk it up to being some kind of magic. Of course, not even this new found magic could satisfy the Riverflow child forever.
"Maaaaa." Hawthorne's tail beat against the den floor with ease. Surely her mother would know how to make this all better. "Maaa." She whined softly at the end of her sentence in order to really make sure her mother would come here. The child wondered what her mother might have hidden to fix this boredom. Perhaps a story or game. Hawthorne really didn't have a preference for one over the other right now.