Adonya and her sister had started to grow like weeds, getting further and further away from the size of the smaller ones every day which simply gave her the advantage. She smirked, a devious look on her muzzle as she searched through the pack den for any of the little stunted weaklings to harass. The little menace could pick on them for their oddly large paws and head, after all.
She hummed, hearing a loud sound assault her eardrums which brought nothing short of a hiss from her features, making her way out to see the dry lightning cracking across the sky. It was not followed with the usual pitter patter of rain that Adonya enjoyed. She looked around, hoping her sister was nearby.
Perhaps they could drive one of the younger ones out into the storm and if they were lucky, maybe they’d get struck by lightening and fried or something. God, everything was going to be so boring if there was no one to harass during such an epic event.