Moonspear strict but relatively just

From her nook in the vertical cliffside, Chihiro could see three wolfies: one white, one brown, and one sort of... complicated. The little pika looked at them thoughtfully, her nose twitching. She smelt raspberry leaves nearby, but the three wolfies were blocking her path — if she tried to dart between them now, they'd gobble her up. And worse!

But she was a clever daredevil, so she compromised. Staying where she was, knowing she could escape up the cliff and under the tree roots further up, Chi chimed in:

I have a question!