Lost Creek Hollow that's the way everyday goes

Jet charged forth with a fine disregard for the Spook-shaped rug beneath her stampeding paws. Brothers, brothers, always in the way, sheesh. Although to be fair today it was mostly just the one brother—but she'd have nonetheless argued that Ash was in the way of her poor bleeding ears if nothing else, kyeesh. She was absolutely thrilled to leave the echoing confines of the den and prance about in the sunshine, trampling a few tussocks of grass and an innocent caterpillar with the same fine disregard as poor Spook. Her eyes roved restlessly about and her ears swiveled to and fro, drinking in as much as they could as eagerly and quickly as possible, but unable to alight on any one thing for too long because there was still just too much to take in of all the wide exciting world outdoors.

Her reverie was somewhat spoiled however by the continued noisemaking of brother Spook. She shot him a severe, annoyed glare, but otherwise barely had the time of day for any of them. She did hustle up with a yipped Hai! to Terance's face to boop his snoot with her own, briefly, finding him to be far more of an interesting novelty than momma Treason still, but her restless paws danced in place and she charged off even quicker than she'd approached him. Her eyeballs finally found a particularly interesting visual puzzle in the form of the interwoven tangle of prickly branches that protruded from behind the den. Intertangled shadows and knottily interclasped wood suddenly looked like an intriguing challenge to confront today, and certainly very unlike anything she'd seen indoors ever, so that was the direction Jet spontaneously hurtled in next. She did make a slight detour on the way there however to aim a quick rebuking snip of her teeth at Ash's dirt-mottled tail as it wriggled tauntingly on the ground. That'd teach him to hurt her ears like that, harrumph.