Molly sat there in worry for a time, the Bad feeling continuing, she did not like it, she did not want to do bad wrong things. But she could not figure out what it was, and that only made her more frustrated as she looked around with a whine.
She was just sitting there, she wasn't doing anything, how could she be doing anything wrong! She pushed back at the feeling, it growing fainter as she did...but still something was off.
A loud grumble from her middle broke her focus on the feeling for a moment, maybe that was what was wrong...she was hungry...some of those birds would be nice....Megan had a name for them....ch...chickens? That sounded right...one of them would be good right now.