Hushed Willows What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

In what was surely slow motion to the eyes of an experienced canid, Prialux traversed the distance between Kavos and herself and latched onto his chin. Her milk teeth had come in, sharp little pricks of bone extending from her gums, and the child's grip was likely less comfortable than she hoped. But Kavos' shake dislodged her easily, for although she had no finesse when it came to controlling the pressure of her bites, she also had no resilience when it came to the jaw lock.

Her head was flung aside by the force of her brother's actions, but her tail whipped freely, and the near-competitive spark in her eye had not faded. She went for him again, this time with her forelimbs thrown wide to catch him round the shoulders. The jump left Prialux completely vulnerable to any counter attack Kavos might wish to try, as inexperienced and untested as she was.