Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

There is a lot going on in a short amount of time as the young wolves looked to one another and then the greyer spoke again with her list of demands before she helps. Her distraction doesn't work and she still wants to know what she is but Twix is far more concerned she'll hear the term and think prey. While the two in front of her are young, they are awful close and perhaps she can get away alive but certainly not unharmed. 

The girl swallows a lump in her throat as her other hand coming back up front to support her. Instead of leaning forward, she picks herself back up on two legs to better be perceived as equals, or perhaps superior, instead of anything resembling something they can try to eat. She opens her mouth to speak just as she hears a rustling coming from her left and a sudden angry, bristling raccoon with wide eyes and spit. She turns to greet him and laugh off his sudden anger, assuming him to be joking this whole time, but Twix doesn't have time to react when the fatter of the two puppies tries to smother her brother.

"GET OFF HIM!" she shrieks suddenly, rushing to her brother's side and puts both hands on whatever she can grab and works to try and pull him out. She doesn't consider the danger she puts herself into with the hysterics but she turns her head back to try and find the female child who seems to be the boss between the two. "We're... raccoons!" she says through a struggled breath that matches the tug on her brother, her efforts still working to try and free him. "We're here because we're playing hide-n-seek! We're not wolves so we're not trespassing!" 

After a few more useless attempts, Twix falls back on her grump with her fingers still embedded into her brother's fur and sandwiched between the two wolves in order to protect him. She peers up at the girl with beady, pleading eyes in hopes she'll order Fatso to release him.