Bearclaw Valley oi, with the poodles already

Could she have accurately heard the cries of distress from her brother, she may have ceased her scrabbling and offered him a moment of rest. Instead, her youthful deafness had aided her and granted her an immunity to his shrill cries. Perhaps it was timing, and perhaps it was sheer luck. In the precise moment that Wyatt parted his lips to cry again, Piper found her footing was aimed directly for his gaping jaws. Should he not close it, she was likely to end up wading in tongue and gums.