Blackfeather Woods Song of the mau

She watches him carefully, occasionally looking back to make sure no one else escaped. The good thing about puppies, they weren’t balanced enough to get too far yet. A smile presses to her features and she keeps close but when he finds a type of terrain he doesn’t like—mud—he begins to shriek as loud as his little lungs will bellow. At first, she gives him a moment to exhaust his lungs before plucking him from the ground with an audible wet pop and dropping him back a few feet out of the mud. Giving him a chance to shake it off, she takes him to a nearby water source to clean him up before taking him back to the den.