Heron Lake Plateau And settled for the robot boy

A tendency to find trouble? That was the understatement of the year. Then again- considering how often she found herself along the borders, the odds were bound to go up. She was still a bit foolhardy yet, and over-confident in her own abilities. Not even two years old yet, and she had already tangled with a cougar without thinking twice about it. She leaned forward to give his cheek a nip, though, in response to his statement. "Well. I found you, didn't I?" She asked. 

When he asked her for tips, she wasn't sure whether he was being serious or not, so she scrunched up her nose a bit. Colt definitely outweighed her, and there was no way he had less fighting experience than she- right? Then she realized he wasn't talking about fighting- but about puppysitting. "Kids're easy," She said, shrugging one slim shoulder. "Especially when they're in their potato state. Otherwise, they just wanna play...You haven't forgotten how to play, have you?" She teased. She leaned back, lifted her forelegs and pounced him, aiming to wrap her long, gangly legs around his neck and wrestle him to the ground.