(You are Balto)
“I’m bored,” Your daughter Aleu cries, she is walking around the sand endlessly, flicking dirt onto you.
“Aleu honey, please stop pacing, your giving me a headache,” Jenna, your mate, says softly.
“But mom! Can’t we go for a walk or something?” Aleu asks you both.
“It’s fine with me; a walk would actually be quite nice. But it’s up to you Balto,” Jenna grins, she looks at you for an answer.