Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Not a second after Grimlock slipped and fell, his Uncle Peregrine shouted (perhaps traitorously), "Get him, Junior!" at the top of his lungs. Clearly, the sight of his little girl in hunting mode excited him.

Osprey Jr. didn't need her father's encouragement, though it added another layer of ferocity to her approach. As if she were a black lioness and her cousin was a wounded wildebeest, she sprang at him, seeking purchase on the slick, mucky ground even as her jaws lowered toward his throat. Since she was still very much a baby, she didn't realize her own strength and bit at Grimlock's throat without exercising any kind of restraint. Luckily, her age also meant her bite was not as wicked as it would one day become.

Having spotted the danger, even if it wasn't life-threatening, the Alpha male intervened and pushed Junior away from Grim before she could mangle the fur and flesh around his neck. "Don't play so rough," he warned her, his voice lacking the necessary firmness, as he was still stupidly proud of his daughter's hunting abilities. He could hardly contain his excitement, nor wait for her to grow up just a little so she could become his formal apprentice.

Although being shoved aside aggravated the pup, as did the feeble warning, her ears only slipped backward for a second before perking again at the expression on Peregrine's face. She should see the pride shining though and a wolfish grin split her little maw, a few pink streaks on her small fangs betraying the fact that Peregrine hadn't intervened in time to totally prevent some broken skin on Grimlock's behalf.