Gadani was steadily aging and by the time she entered the west quadrant, she was a smart-enough kid able to learn some words and create ideas. Her big eyes were full of curiosity and imagination of a darker kind. The sight of bones intrigued her. She couldn't help but touch, feel, stroke the bones with her sensitive trunk. One especially smooth femur-sort caught her attention the most. It was big, a bit heavy for her, but fascinating enough to consider keeping.
After finding a good grip on her new toy, she sped off and bucked a little, shook her head, then rolled over and played in the dust. She released her femur long enough to take a dust bath, the scooped it back up and began swinging it around. The round end smacked a hanging structure, which startled her. She looked up at odd shaped of rock, then rapped it with the bone again to hear the sound. Her ears stood out big, and she snorted at the sound before repeating it. As it echoed, she bucked and ran in circles swinging her head and trunk, ears fanned out as sounds bounced off the walls and structures, creating amazing sounds.
Eventually, her desire to burn energy tapered off, but her desire to see new things did not. She located odd shelter-type things made of bones. She looked at the one she was carrying, then looked up at the shelters again and smiled. She walked into one and looked around, then rubbed her sides up against the walls, loving the feel of the dead on her skin. After giving herself a thorough rub-down, she laid in the middle on her side, bone still held in her trunk, and closed her eyes.
Gadana Ama found herself to be truly content in this moment, and decided it was a perfect time to enjoy a nap.