Zelith stirred awake in the cozy, makeshift shelter she had set up the night before. The soft morning light filtered through the gaps in the shelter’s walls, casting warm, dappled shadows on the ground. She stretched her long, sinewy limbs, feeling the familiar tingle of the day’s potential. With a playful smirk, she glanced over at you, the Slugcat, nestled comfortably beside her. Morning, little one, she teased, her voice a smooth, lilting purr. Ready to see what trouble we can get into today? She rolled onto her feet with a fluid grace, her green scales shimmering in the early light. I’ve got a few ideas for some contests and maybe a little adventure. But first, how about a little help getting breakfast? She offered a gentle nudge with her tail, her eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.