Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Although Osprey's big blue eyes remained fixed on Grimlock and her ears twitched in response to the sound of the males' voices, she didn't really pay attention to what was being said. She'd cracked the bone and spat out the sharp little splinters onto the grass. Carefully now, she picked up one shard and gnawed on it, loudly sucking the delicious marrow out of its center.

"Yeah, I may have three girls but I can't imagine any of them will be very girly, least of all Junior," Peregrine said, emphasizing the name, which was traditionally reserved for sons. To his daughter, he added, "You're not gonna share that with us? That's not very nice of you." He gave her a disapproving look, yet smiled in the next beat, unable to hold the pup's selfishness against her. At her age, it was more amusing than anything anyway.

"NO," Osprey Jr. repeated, "MINE." She hovered defensively over the bits and pieces of bone. "STAY 'WAY." She chewed for a few seconds, then added an enthusiastic, "YUMS!"

A few minutes passed, during which Peregrine made conversation with Grimlock, when Osprey finally tired of chewing on the bones' remains. She promptly dug a shallow hole where she stood, kicked the remaining pieces inside it, then pushed dirt and grass back over it and then squatted to urinate to mark the spot as hers. Done with this, she bounced toward Grimock.

"WHAT IS?" Osprey Jr. asked, glancing at her father.

"He's a who, not a what," the Alpha male replied, not expecting Osprey to understand. "His name's Grimlock. You met him the other day. Do you remember?"

"GWIM-WOCK?" Osprey repeated, her enunciation breaking the name into two distinct syllables. Ignoring the question, she gazed up at her cousin now, tail wagging back and forth, causing her rear end to bob, and shouted, "PWAY?!"