Heron Lake Plateau Giant's milk

Fenn heard Fig's arrival, but she was too preoccupied to do much about it.  Dad was playing with her now, and even though her brother was kinda her ride or die, pops didn't give her 100% attention all that often.  Because usually, as now, Fig came careening on set.

She managed to get a little growl and a hop in, lifting her little jaws to try and grab the muzzle he tauntingly prodded her with.  Unfortunately, she had no depth perception and therefore no aim, and her tries ended up falling very short.