Blacktail Deer Plateau Hold your horses now

Saena was most definitely not like her brother. As soon as Blue Willow stated that it was “poo”, something very well known to all four of the plateau's cubs, Saena's hackles lifted, her tail puffed up, and she leaped as far away from it as she could get, as quickly as she could get there. She was notoriously clean for a pup her age, and the very thought of getting any sort of muck, especially poo, on herself was absolutely repulsive.

As if to emphasize her severe dislike of the bird droppings, Saena began to holler nonsensically at it, growling and lashing her tail and slapping the ground with her paws in a fit of pure agitation. If only she could find this aggression when she was being picked on! But, alas, Saena spared her litter mates her ire on a daily basis. It was better spent, she had learned, on denouncing the filthy things of the world that her brother seemed to love so much.