Hoshor Plains shots and squats

When Sart pressed closed against her, Regipre's silky little ears drew back again. As the pressure mounted, her lip curled and she gave the fearful pup another nip, then extricated herself from her sister's embrace. She slunk sideways along the den's inner wall, beady blue eyes flicking from Sart to Devil still lingering in the den's mouth. She chose a spot where she could keep an eye on both of them at once, then settled almost primly, feet tucked and tail curled around her tawny bottom. Her behavior could be considered catlike.

After shooting her cowardly a sister a disparaging look and complementing it with a snort, her gaze shifted to settle on her father's face. She stared at him openly, eyes slightly narrowed, wondering if he would do anything or just stand there. She wasn't afraid of him. In fact, she was thinking of moving toward him and giving him a nip of his own, though an instinctual sense of discretion held her back. Unlike her mother and siblings, this male was largely unknown and might prove dangerous.