Thrulf awoke an unknown time later, and rose up. After thinking hard for a few seconds, he returned to his normal form. It wasn't that he didn't like the other form, but he was far more comfortable with four legs over two. He looked around for a few moments, then went over to the small pool of water where he had chosen to sleep. After taking a much needed drink, he turned south and ran towards the edge of his little domain. In his mind, Thrulf knew that he had to expand the area, and he chose to start in the south. Upon arriving at the edge of these tall 'things', he looked around. Much of the ground here was still stone, so, remembering the previous day, Thrulf began to work at the ground with his forepaws. After a rather quick time, Thrulf found that he made enough progress to aid in the growth of these 'things'. He went back into the growth, wanting to find the nearest stream of water. Upon reaching it, Thrulf began digging away the ground towards where he had just been hard at work. This would ensure that these 'things' could grow, since it seemed that they grew denser near water. As the day went on, Thrulf managed to get back to the new boundary between stone and, well, what could only be classified as ground stone at the moment as Thrulf himself didn't quite know what to call it. He proceeded to make a large hole to give the water somewhere to pool into, and watched as his handiwork took shape. There was something mesmerizing about watching water flow into the hole, that kept Thrulf hypnotized for quite some time. As he came to, he looked around and saw that the 'things' which he had created the day before were starting to work their way into this new area, though much slower than before. Small sprout-like growths were starting to break through the surface, these being the only sign that it was working. Pleased with himself, Thrulf decided to return to his little sleeping spot and come up with more things to do. Upon returning to his designated spot, Thrulf realized that there was a lonesomeness to the area. He thought hard about how he could rectify this, and before long came up with a brilliant idea. He dug a small hole in the ground, and after biting away some of his old fur, filled it with the coarse hairs. Thrulf then poked a small hole in his front paw with one of his teeth, and let a small amount of blood drip into the hole. Taking some mud from the edge of the pool, he threw that in after, and mumbled a few words only known to him at the time over the hole. A strange, dark flash erupted from the hole, and he found himself looking upon a much smaller version of himself, almost. Curled in the hole was a baby, or puppy as he would call it. The biggest difference between himself and it was that it was a female, by design. She had fur the color of the night, with small barely visible streaks of crimson. Thrulf went to find a soft enough spot of ground to ensure her comfort, and upon locating such a spot, returned to the puppy. He gently lifted her up out of the hole, and brought her over to the small spot he had picked out for her. Thrulf put her down gingerly, and curled up around her to keep her warm. He would have to find a way to feed them both tomorrow, but found that thought slowly drift away as sleep took hold.