Blackfeather Woods Nobody can get a tan in the moonlight

Her brother's familiar giggling reach her ears and she frowned. This was no laughing matter! Keelut was always running off, and she did not like not knowing where he was. She hated her brothers with a fiery passion, and felt like she - as their sister - was the only one with the right to make fun of them and/or hurt them. Of course, they had the right to do that to her also, but they knew what they could expect once they did that.  

Âhâkkik! She shouted, increasing her pace to perhaps catch up with him sooner or later. She followed the giggles, hoping to find his white coat in the snow.