A fair amount of time had passed since Joy came to Hawthorne with her father, Thyrius. However, her father was busy reuniting with family, and Joy felt a little alone. She had not heard from Dianthe, Ambrose, or Harlow recently, and missed them. Particularly Harlow. He was interesting and grabbed her attention. But even so, all three of them were the only friends the mottled brown, grey, and black lass had in Hawthorne. Her bunny ears drooped more so than usual at this thought, her light teal eyes shifting to the side as she walked towards the clearing that she had first met them all in. A quiet sigh left her maw as she looked out at the horizon, noticing some land in the distance that she did not quite remember. The lass heard nothing about their existence as of yet, but she’d learn that it was to be called Drekistone, and would eventually be called home of the dragons.

The lass had grown much larger over the past few months, her bunny ears now not looking as large as they seemed when she was still a pup. Joy lost her balance with them plenty of times when she still had her small body. In fact, Joy was glad that they were not upright – with how she bounded around, fitting to her bloodline, she knew they would be scarred to bits just with her clumsiness – hitting branches all the time in what seemed like unending energy. She inhaled deeply, sitting on her hindquarters and looking out at the cliffside. She briefly questioned to herself where her father may be, but did not worry that much. The lass was safe here in Hawthorne even if her father Thyrius, a Beta, and her aunt Lucaya, the alphess, were out responding to someone in Firefly Forest about some weird manner. Her tail curved gently around her, the tip gently placed on her front paws. She secretly hoped for some company.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."