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Junior's clinging was much fiercer than Ptarmigan had initially expected. She had thought to have some fun with the cub, then kick her to the side and depart the pack region, but the child was proving to be significantly more troublesome. Not only that, but the Endore's general inexperience with pups led to an underestimation of the dark girl's strength. She had expected it to hurt like a mosquito bite, not like a real wound.

“Owww,” she hissed as the child successfully bit into her skin, causing a slow rush of blood. Enraged by Junior's insistence on this silly game of captives, Ptarmigan released her tight grip on her restraint and twisted around, hoping to maim the pup's face so she could get the hell away from it. Though harming a wolf pup was usually beneath her, the Endore resorted to trying now, not caring just how much she could hurt a younger wolf.