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Although the adults were attempting to orchestrate some sort of organized scavenger hunt, the pups were simply too busy declaring anarchy. Osprey Jr. successfully pushed Saēna into the dirt, though for every action, there is, of course, an equal and opposite reaction. She learned Newton's third law of motion when Pura bit at her shoulder. Perhaps he didn't mean to sink his teeth in so hard or so far, yet his pointy little fangs punctured flesh and earned a surprised squeal from Junior.

Wheeling away from Saēna and forgetting the pale girl entirely, Osprey arched her neck, the small cords popping out as she tried to inspect the fresh wound beneath her dark, silky fur. She licked at it, then eventually let it alone and fixed her gaze on the only boy child. Her eyes were not unlike those of a hawk spotting prey and formulating a strategy to execute and devour it.

With a bellow of childish fury, Junior sprang at Pura like a tigress, hoping to bite and claw at him until he became nothing but a pile of gray, freckled mush.