“What Epsy doing?” Zeta clumsily stumbled through a thick fern, his left leg getting momentarily tangled in the fronds. He shook it off with a low growl, then turned his attention back to Epsy. She was acting strangely and had ignored his attempts to get her to play with him in the forest.

“Looking for the perfect spot.” The orca-based dice replied with a smile in her voice. “Not too hot, not too cold. Not too wet, not too dry.” She hopped twice across the clearing and then up onto a low rock. The ground was firm here and the rocks long settled into place. Epsy swished her tail and jumped again, testing the rocks. They were stable.

Zeta observed curiously. How … odd. He just could not understand what Epsy was doing or why.