Redhawk Caldera For... laughs?

She did not like kids. It was decided.

Liffey wrinkled her nose with irritation as she stirred from her sleeping spot wedged between Lagan and Finley. Things were getting a little cranky for the growing young wolf being packed into the cave day in and day out with the entire pack. They were too close of quarters for even grown wolves let alone these needy, obnoxious puppies crawling everywhere. Some of them weren't quite as bad as the others. This one was the worst.

Little did Liffey realize that it seemed as though she and this one - who her mother had so aptly named Screech - were both rather sensitive to sound. Finley did little more than shift a bit when the puppy on the other side of her squalled like a banshee. Liffey however lifted her head and looked over Finley's back to peer at the shrieking bandit with distaste.

"Would you be quiet for once?" she grumbled to herself. She laid her head down on her mother's flank to try an go back to sleep, but kept a stink eye on the pup for the moment to make sure it did as it was told.