Hushed Willows Days when we'd fight, we'd fight till I would give in

Prialux's paws tapped rapidly as she shot down this newest corridor, but like before, she screeched to a halt at the end with nothing and no one to show for it. At this point, most young children would begin to become either discouraged or puzzled, but she was far too bright a puppy for that. She whirled on her tippy-toes and flew back to the main chamber when a second growl sounded, and this time, she came to a stop in the middle of the spacious cavern. She couldn't see Banner at all, but her nose and ears twitched excitedly as she tried to approach the game from another angle.

She dropped her front half to the den floor and, tail wriggling, loosed her own version of the menacing play growl: rrrr! It was nowhere near as controlled or quiet as Banner's, and was quite a bit squeakier besides, but it was an attempt. She tried it one more time, turning slowly on the spot, before falling quiet and eagerly waiting for a response.