Arrow Lake Bring along a good strong umbrella capable of handling falling animals

She hadn’t even begun, and already her blackberry was throwing a fit; he shrieked that forbidden word  ( not truly, of course )  and pummeled towards her snout with paws. And then Drago flew from her and she snapped needle-teeth after him, the shcking of mud daubed her from chin to throat. His delighted hysterics were met with raucous, girlish giggles of her own, but Aure soon situated herself more firmly into the churned earth once more. Oh, she’d get him—

Being so small and long-limbed had its perks, like shimmying into places that those so much more hulking than her couldn’t dream of reaching; or almost going unawares as far as hunting and stralthish purposes were concerned. Like now, where she hunkered down, half-crawling and half-wriggling for her baby boy.

From throat to womb her compellingly-porcelain pelt was laden with mud; but Aure could care even less than she already did, carrying herself on small, shuffling paws while her tail smacked into the puddle behind her. Lowing, gummy growls and open-mouthed pants left her scarred lips as she squirmed towards Dragomir.

She paused, nuzzling her cheek shamelessly into the churn; a saccharine bait of ”Ai nomfaaa?” trilling from her. ...And when she was certain she’d snare Drago, she leapt for him prancingly with an insistent squeal of ”Kom op hir!” Her Trig was still clumsy on the tongue, but she was still learning— and Blodreina taught her well— and she would get this boy!—  ( maybe?— )