Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

My belated apologies for blatant power playing, by the way! :P

Peregrine was concerned, especially when he saw the blood on his daughter's teeth. "You okay, Grim?" he asked the boy, the proud look quickly fading from his face and his swarthy brow furrowing. "Let me have a look at your throat." He could see tiny little dimples in the side of the juvenile's neck, with only minor bleeding. "I don't think we'll need professional help but if the bite marks start to hurt, itch or burn, let me know so I can call on our Healer."

"That's not a half bad idea, Grim," Peregrine said in reply to the youngster's suggestion, turning his attention back to Osprey. "Osprey, you hurt him. It's not okay to hurt pack mates. You need to control yourself; you're stronger than you realize. When you play, don't go for the throat. Do you understand me?" He spoke in a firm, even voice, looking Junior in the eye.

The pup wilted beneath that stony, unwavering gaze, sinking to the ground and eventually rolling onto her side, then her back. She revealed a pale pink belly and her trademark four snow white patches, one beneath each leg. Her tail thumped weakly, as if begging for forgiveness, as her eyes flicked between her father's hovering face and Grimlock standing nearby. "Sahhry," she murmured quietly.

As soon as Peregrine broke eye contact, she rolled over and hopped to her feet. "Pway?!" she shouted, prancing closer to Grimlock. Her nose thrust against the side of his neck. "No pway wuff," she promised with a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes.