Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

"You two just can't stop making each other bleed, can you?" Peregrine teased as he walked nearer to the two youngsters again. He stood over Osprey Jr. and said, "Sit." She gazed up at him, butt wiggling, about to open her mouth and demand he or Grimlock or somebody throw the stick, but her father's look silenced her. Grunting, she slowly sank to her haunches.

"Open wiiide. Show me your tongue, Osprey, stick it out!" Peregrine coaxed, making a game of it, which caused her to oblige willingly. Her pink mouth yawned wide open and he could see the red spot on the roof of her mouth where the stick had broken through the skin. "I think..." he mused grimly, glancing at Grimlock, "She'll live." He cracked a smile, then retreated.

As soon as her dad got out of the way, Osprey Jr. leaped to her feet as if they were spring-loaded. "FWOW STICK, GWIM!" she hollered impatiently, mindless of the wound in her mouth.