The rain was gone for now which left the girl a chance to escape from her den. Out into the world, she went. She was used to traveling a little bit further now than she could not too long ago but of course, she (usually) had a companion with her. With no ready and willing to take her out today she moped about the front of the den. Maybe she could go find those other kids or even try and find one of her big friends.
With a groan, she gnawed on a stick. Hawthorne wasn't exactly sure where it had come from but she had kept it around as a toy for times like now. It didn't hurt and seemed to be able to take her gnawing unlike her mother's tail or legs could. Her disproportioned paws tried to hold the stick in a way that it wouldn't move but it would also be accessible. It took a few tries at first but eventually, she had it down and was happily destroying the stick with her baby teeth.
Yet Hawthorne couldn't find the entertaining forever. Picking up the stick in her mouth she did her best to drag it along while she roamed aimlessly. She couldn't (and wouldn't) go too far but she intended to find adventure and excitement while the sky wasn't dropping down wet pellets.