Heron Lake Plateau how cheerfully he seems to grin

From in between the snags and snares of her sanctuary, she caught sight of him again. A little golden furred monster, no, wait, he was a tyrant. A hellbound goblin adorned in far too colorful, spirited threads that danced his awful little jig and sang his awful little songs. The intimidation factor wore swiftly—she had brothers who were wont to do the same after all—and the budding anger set her jaw.

To herself, Phoebe huffed as she drew her legs up beneath her. Her options were far too few and while she was every bit inclined to call for her mother or her father for them to sort the offending subject, it would have just made a bigger scene. No one liked a tattle tale, that much was already well known between the alpha's pair quartet, and she was not about to go snitching.

So even with a thundering heart, she decided to spring out of the shrubs in the best attempt at being terrifying as she could be. Which for a child still relatively young was quite a feat and far from scary to the average adult, but those milk teeth were still sharp and she had no problem aiming her gangly almost overgrown paws right for Mister Goblin Goldilocks's face.