Arrow Lake and if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine

she sensed her father's discontent clearly, in the same way a black fog would rise swiftly and wrap tightly around her shoulders. this was chiefly upsetting, not simply because of the stark shift from excitable to concerned and upset, but because she was not fond in the slightest of the two latter emotions. her maw parted, closed, and opened again - "ahhh?" it was meant to sound angry, and certainly was loud, but the latter end of the shout somehow turned into a whine to match her brother's. she tried to grab hold of her father's cheek with the few sharp teeth she had, hoping to chew the emotion out of him and incite him into something much more fun.