The joys of plants are indescribable. Arden’s mind was practically blank, purely enjoying being in her greenhouse, her nose buried in one of the best smelling plants she had. The whelps she was in charge of would be there shortly, but for now, she had the peace and quiet of the plants. Nothing in the world was more relaxing to the silver tsab than being alone with nature.    Soon enough though, the peace wa...

Light flickered softly across the floor of the mossy grove as it did at the start of every morning. It slowly became more abrasive as the morning sun began its journey through the sky, beaming away at the sleeping members of the colony. Feeling this especially strongly, Arden groaned, light plastering itself across her face. Waking up was always the hardest part of the day. The silver tsab was always grumpy in the morning. It was quite the disadvantage to her pa...