Swiftcurrent Creek Wat's it gun' -- wat's it gunna be

Talos was reveling anew in her outclassing her brothers. She had given over her earlier challenging them in increasingly violent wrassling games, thumping and chewing on siblings until one parent or another inevitably intervened, and was now glorying in her ever-taller legs that not only gave her a longer reach than any of her brothers, but also gave her a better vantage point from which to survey the land as she at last held herself aloof from her brothers and instead began to inch toward the farther side of the den— the one that Durnehviir and Constantine seemed to be keeping a less-close eye upon. Maybe if she skittered that direction while Mother was distracted, she could find something better to chew on than her punier brothers. She startled at the sudden piercing of the more-or-less bucolic scene by a strange howl. One ear swiveled to fixate upon the noise and her head whipped to and fro as she looked for the sound's source— but then she realized both her parents were distracted. Talos siezed the opportunity and happily started to lollop away, at least until she looked back over her shoulder and realized her mother had bid them goodbye and was purposefully trotting off. The rusty-furred lady looked intent on adventurously investigating without the assistance of any puppies. Talos halted, one lip caught on a sharp little eyetooth and one paw uncertainly raised. Then she saw that Viinturuth was scrambling after Mother and, with an indignant little yipe, Talos sprinted to catch them up and pass them. No one, but no one, was allowed to run off and have Adventures without her—not in this family!

She was doing pretty well for a little while, all her long black limbs finally learning to work in concert, until a sudden small runnel in the dirt where the last rain had carved out a tiny creeklet tripped her up. Suddenly all those limbs got in each other's way, and it took Talos a moment of frantic work to disentangle them. She hastily trotted after Mother and Viin, though with a more careful eye for where she stepped and a slightly less headlong pace. All sorts of interesting scents beckoned, but the retreating tails of her brother and mother just ahead kept Talos on track, right up until she shoved her way forward, one of the stranger's smells loomed very close indeed, and her intent young eyes trailed further up to halt on a set of unfamiliar paws. Talos's mouth gaped a little as she squinted and tilted her head far back to stare up at the intruder. 'Oo? she demanded imperiously, though it was unclear if she expected her mother or the stranger himself to answer, or both. Less forcefully, and whilst glancing back up at her mother, she asked, Bor...? She stepped boldly forward again and demanded more directly of the unfamiliar face, Whaddooe!? Her choice of words might be unclear, but her clear-eyed long stare straight-up demanded an answer of the stranger, like now.