Blackfeather Woods one bite at a time

 
She, too, missed the movement to her rear, focused on the pup which quite suddenly rolled backwards in a mess of fur and legs. Dropping the stick in concern, her ears flicked forward; but she needn't have worried, for the girl picked herself right back up and charged back towards the stick, shaking out her downy pelt. Relief that she hadn't accidentally hurt the girl washed over her as she quickly picked up the stick, dancing backwards and enticing the girl to chase her.