Blackfeather Woods tonight, we are young

Witch squeaked at the contact, shying with a puff of air from her tiny nostrils. It was then that a great weight crashed upon her butt, and for the first time, the cream girl let out a high-pitched wail laced with anger. It didn't hurt, but it was not one of the things that made her happy. There wasn't much she could do about it though, much as she wiggled and slapped her tiny paws against the den floor.