Stone Circle someone get me a butterbeer

Arlette was always an active little girl. She was always jumping around and trying to explore as much as possible in her day. She divided her day with naps to counter her activeness. The darkness was settling and often her mother would let them sleep outside if they wanted to, especially during these cool summer nights. Sometimes she would curl up next to her mother inside of the den. Tonight was one of those nights.

Yet, after a short little nap, the female felt that she had enough energy to run around again. Perhaps there was someone to play with her. She popped her head out of the den to notice a shape sitting before the den. She sniffed and realized it was her older brother. Arlette went into a crouch and started to crawl towards him. She was focused on the male's tail. She dipped closer to the ground before making a jump forward and trying to jump his tail, and of course, bite it (playfully).