Lost Creek Hollow Immaculate

Jet's progress was temporarily arrested as the air skirled the fascinating scent of rabbit to her nose. Her wide blue eyes and then her head curvetted automatically around to follow it, and her body started to follow. She zeroed in with quivering nose on the fascinating bundle swingingly limply from Daddy's jaws, but he was already trotting swiftly straight back to Mother with it. And Jet did not want to go in that direction at all. She made a small, interrogative noise in her throat before bumbling into motion one again however, shoving her nose down into a tussock of grass in the opposite direction and inhaling deeply in an attempt to find something just as good of a smell or better than the one Terance was proffering. In the process, she inhaled one of the first dandelion seeds of the year, and spent another moment snorking and snortling and scraping exaggeratedly at her nose with first her paw and then—rolling belly-up in one swift flop of a graceless motion—with the ground itself. Row—shnerk—rowwr-ROW! she scolded the itinerant bit of plant matter as with an exaggeratedly toothy and aggravated expression she flailed ineptly at her nose with both paws to try and make sure it was dislodged and flung as far away as her stubby, clumsy little paws could manage.

When she at last managed to wallow back upright and take a few overdramatic noisy inhalations and exhalations without any further dandelion bits trying to freaking kill her, she took a few seconds to look around her and assess where the rest of the family was before she suddenly went charging off in yet another direction, this time in the direction of a hapless sapling, unfortunately for her. Jet banged her nose into the spindly yet unforgiving trunk, bounced off, and sat back with an offended YAWP. As she rocked back on her haunches she noticed that the original, rather worse-for-the-wear dandelion seed was actually impaled on the sharp black claws of her white forefoot. Not only not thrown far far away like she'd initially intended, now the beastly little thing was following her?! This offended Jet greatly, and she immediately started off on another series of contortions trying to get rid of the thing. After a minute she waved her paw demandingly in the direction of the nearest parent with a yell before she clumsily tried again to scrape the thing off on the stupid sapling's rough brown bark.

She growled with increasing vigor in a continuous low rumble at the bit of fluff. How dare this plant get in the way of her first real day of exploration! Oooh, she'd teach it better, yes she would—just as soon as she got the frelling thing off of her, agh! And if Mommy or Daddy didn't get there and shred the thing on her behalf first, that is. ('Cause she certainly wouldn't trust either of her useless brothers to exact revenge on her behalf. She'd yap right smartly at them, too, if either of them dared approach the little princess, here.)