Stinkwort flopped about on the ground, refraining from heaving a heavy sigh. Everyone was busy looking for flay this winter, and although she'd tried to help, she was told she was too young to go far from the warren. She'd huffed and she'd puffed, but they had still forbidden it, claiming a homba could take her. Pah! More like she'd take the homba.
She was in a bad mood, and unable to concentrate much with her training. It was starting to become evident and, exasperated with herself, she settled at the lip of a burrow, attempting to calm herself down.
