Aurora

Oh.. oh dear. I am afraid it is bad news. There is some abnormality with your youngling, Aurora. I am very sorry for the result.


You nearly jump five feet in the air when a huge spider suddenly appears in your sleeping spot! Luckily, Aurora ran over immediately and threw it out for you. Holy crap.

Aurora kept complaining about having to clean her fur every five minutes. You started to make a joke, but Aurora then demanded you help her groom.

Aurora sits next to you and watches the horizon for any incoming danger. Bees included.

You playfully stuck a feather into the fur on Aurora’s head. She laughed and asked how she looked. Quite elegant, really.

Aurora came out of a thicket with her fur all full of sticks and leaves. You offered to help her get them out and spent the rest of the morning doing just that.

After a moment of eager nuzzling, you noticed Aurora’s long fur standing up and poofing out. She rolled her eyes when you started laughing.

You tell Aurora about this standoff you had with three dogs, and she idly wonders why you didn't just kill them all. She states the drooling mongrels fear her deadly claws.