Bramblepoint you are not the butterfly i expected

What transpired after she had made her demands was something out of a slapstick routine; she would have laughed openly at him if this boy was a member of her family but he wasn't, so instead she just watched as he yelped, scurried, and tried not to deflate from the light puncture of his bottom. The mention of the Caldera should have clued her in - wasn't that the exact place Neasa had been looking for? - but Fern was not yet convinced that she had all the information.

You smell funny, she commented seriously, her inflection limited since it wasn't meant as a joke or an insult, but rather an observation. Like someone I know. The chance of her ne'er-do-well older brother living in any pack seemed far-fetched enough to put a pause in her thinking though. Fern decides not to ask.

You uh, okay there? She rounded behind him and tried to get a good look at his ass - purely for altruistic purposes of course - Didn't mean to spook ya.