Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Grimlock was quickly making his way onto Osprey's white list; he followed orders so well! He flung the stick again and she pounded after it, attacking it with the same zeal as earlier. This time, she avoided mangling herself. She plucked the small branch off the ground and returned it to the patch of grass in front of her cousin's forepaws in record time.

They went back and forth like this a dozen times (surely, Grim must be developing whiplash) before Osprey Jr. finally wore herself out and tumbled onto the ground nearby, panting. She lay there and caught her breath, then rolled over and sat up like a sphinx, grinning a wolfish grin at the pale, black-nosed boy.

"Jun-yaw wike Gwim!" she declared with an accompanying tap of her tail before the puppy sighed and let her chin sink onto her crossed forelegs. She was plumb tuckered out.