Apogee had set her father's house on fire again. You know, she wasn't really sure if it even counted as a house, since it wasn't there yesterday -- she would know, seeing as they lived together and all -- and it was made completely out of sticks, with nothing but gravity to keep it all together.

He didn't care. He had grown used to this. He would build another one. This time, out of something less flammable. He looked at the ashes and said, "Maybe mud?" The wheels were turning in his head.

She blinked and sighed at the sight. She was exasperated. "Daddy." Her tail wagged not from happiness, but annoyance. "I'm leaving."

"Oh, I see. I'll see you later then?"

She turned around and walked away. She didn't bother to answer his question. It was a dumb question. One not worthy of her time and effort.

She hadn't eaten since yesterday, so she was starving. She decided that getting some breakfast would be her priority. She made her way to a pond and caught what she could, snails. She thought once you got past their definitely not fireproof shells, they weren't half bad. They reminded her of mushrooms crossed with...something else. Something like a fish. "Mmm..."