Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

Wildfire mimicked her Oscar-the-grouch impression but babbled some more adult babble that went entirely over Eske's head. Instead, she focused on the mimicry, trying to determine how she felt about being copied — never mind that in a few short weeks she would be copying everything she heard coming out of their mouths ...or to her credit trying to, at least. Something nudged at Eske's cheek and her jaws parted as wide as they would go, attempting to bite it — whatever it was — though if it successful or not was yet to be determined. A half squeak, half shriek left the grounder princess' lips when Wildfire nipped at her tail and twisted her body around to lash at her attacker with a part of her jaw and a low growl rumbling in her throat. Her milk teeth had yet to come in (which was probably lucky for Gyda and her siblings, admittedly) thus currently all she could do was gum uselessly at Wildfire if she managed to catch her.

Watching the exchange Gyda left out a soft chuckle, offering “I think she is grumpy when it best suits her.” in response to Wildfire's question aimed to the small child.