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.

Although she did nap a little, it wasn't much. It wasn't as good as hoped, but not much could be done about that. Before she could move, however, the echo of clopping hooves caught her attention. Gadanai decided to remain still for the time being. As seconds passed, she guessed the other was near. She hauled herself to her feet as quickly as she could, swinging her bone as she went.

Gadana Ama felt herself get pushed back some, her swing failing to do it's intent. She stared at him, then squinted when he made a suggestion for apologies. Her eyes rolled dramatically, her ears fanned, and she shook her head mockingly at him. After being silly, she began smacking the ground with her bone weapon.

"Nice? I not nice. No apologies," she squealed at him. "Hurt. Hurt! Hurt!"

Ama made a show of her swinging, being sure to look very big and aggressive with her fanned out ears and harsh stomping of the ground. Her tail was held up much like an angry flag. Every inch of her posture and action said she was aggressive and offensive.

Gadanai watched him, feeling a little offended that he didn't acknowledge her display. What about his foot was so damn important, anyway? She adjusted her grip on the bone, making it more like a bat versus carrying it in the middle. Despite her age and lack of wordiness at this age, she did manage one line: "Fuck you!"

As his yawn entered the space her face was in, she swung with all the might she had in her body.

Her frustration showed as she spun around, stomping irritably. She shook her head and swung her trunk again, then settled. Red eyes focused on him thoughtfully. Wheels turned in her brain as she tried to find a way to really show it to him. She spun around again, the opposite way, and blew out a noise before doing a bluff charge. She ran away from him, turned around... and charged with her head aimed for his side, bone and trunk tucked out of the way.