Seferia sighed at Rizon’s proclamations. She then shook her head before she calmly replied, “Well, yes, that is true. I wouldn’t want you to set fire to trees or garner us attention. However, there are other ways for you to enjoy being a child. There are human children that play ball games in the street. You could join in with them.”
Seferia then hopelessly shrugged. Sadly, she couldn’t give any real good advice at all. She never really had much time to be a juvenile herself. Those times that she did “play” were spent eating humans in Clawina’s colosseum, not that she wanted to advertise that any longer.
“Just be yourself, alright. And be proud that you’re still a whelp. Whelps can have a lot of potential.”