Stone Circle Wolfing Around

Witchhazel stubbronly snatched the lavender flower from the pile when Philos dropped it, an irritated grumble spilling around it as she put it atop his paw. 

Not caring whether it stayed or fell, her attention was pulled to the word he was stressing - her flopped ears twitched foward in interest, and she did her best to mimic. 

                    "P....Pieeee." 

It was then mama came out of the den - Witch was amazed, not realizing that her weak puppy eyes hadn't seen well enough in the sudden darkness. The creamy girl cooed fondly, sitting up a little straighter under her mothers protective gaze - there wasn't fear with strangers from the little girl, only dislike, but there was no doubt that her mothers presence boldened her. 

                                                        "Ma!"