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This isn't what she had in mind, but in Doe's eyes, a good came of keep-away is always fun. She'll go easy on the girl, of course, but that doesn't mean she can't test Quill's mettle.

She's surprised when Quill forgoes finesse and simply barrels toward her - it is not Doe's way, after all, and she knows no other - but seeks to counter the attack as quickly as possible. Of course, when long-legged pups are involved, 'as quickly as possbile' is never fast enough. The war-cry of her girl draws an excited, gleeful meep from the woman as she recieved a chest-full - and a mouthful, by Doe's nature - of determined baby girl. (She's not a baby any more, but Doe will maybe always see her that way.)

Fastening her mouth around whatever part of Qilaq is convenient, Doe gives a gentle shake and tries to locate the bone, having lost track of it in all the commotion. If she can distract the girl long enough to regain control of it, maybe she can still steer this toward her pack-daughter's gentle defeat. If not, she might have to endure a defeat of her own.

"A-ha!" she says, triumphant as she catches sight of a white-and-pink blur. At once, her grip on the girl releases as she tries to go for the utterly useless prize.