[div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 27px"][div style="width: 250px; height: 225px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #f2d899; "]bored, bored, bored. there's nothing here for her to do. the sun beats down harshly upon her back, and as shalas stretches, she registers the cadenced flex of her spine. a long, drawn out sigh stretches from between pearly whites, her essence begging to be entertained. vessel crying out for some form of activity. finally, she stands, brushes the dust from her pelt and drawls out.
"i'm going hunting. anyone that wishes to join, can. if they do, they eat. " and without another word, she's heading off, diving towards a section of the territory where the grass thickens.