Corundum yawned, despite herself. ...She supposed she was sleepy. Such was puppy life, even when said puppy was a monster: play hard, sleep harder.

"Sleeping spot?" she asked, hopefully. Her four eyes shone with gratitude and excitement. Rue was a FRIEND. "Show me?" She wasn't more eloquent than this, but she pushed up, ready to follow. The splattering oil drew her eye but she didn't mind; she was too young to see the minor horror intrinsic to it.

Her tail kept wagging, too, but she was more than ready (and willing) to follow Rue, find this sleeping spot, and pass the hell out.