Lost Creek Hollow You are one of them, everything but femme

While Malice took a closer look at Nunataq's prized possession, the proud owner crouched to the ground and with a predatory glint in her eyes waited for the right moment to leap forward and retrieve her toy. For some reason most people thought that, when she allowed them to sniff and see her toys, they were automatically entitled to take it away. In the beginning it had been a fierce battle for then loaf-sized brown puppy, now, however, it had evolved into a cunning game, where she found joy not only in retrieving her stuff, but also scare the other person.

However, the she-wolf pushed the bone back right before Nuna had reached 3, 2, 1 in the countdown. This left her baffled, but she still lunged after the bone, picked it up and returned to her earlier spot, now giving the old lady a contemplative look.