Stone Circle Consequences of your actions are harsh

Junebell's eyes lit up in a predatory glee, when the pup made feeble attempts to escape. She crouched down, her eyes fixed on the little, moving figure in front of her and reminding a lot of a cat that was ready to pounce. Part of her (the one that held some conscience - Foxglove's fault entirely) felt bad for the kid, that probably was very much afraid and cold, the other, however, reasoned that, whoever was not fit to run fast and - in this case - whoever was left unattended, deserved all bad things that came their way. 

In four big strides she had caught up with the kid and moved so to block the cub's way. She let out a little, victorious "wuff" and slumped down on her belly, now having her face in the same level as the pup's. "Leaving so soon? Let's play a bit!" she cooed, tail-waving in a friendly fashion and eyes "wearing" a gleeful expression.