Lost Creek Hollow to be calm, when you've found something going on

it would come to no surprise to anyone who knew sionnach that she did not stop once she heard her parents calling for her. her steps only became more emboldened as the insolent whelp tread further from them. thinking she had managed to give the parents the slip since their calls had faded, sionnach instead was prompted with a rather rude awakening -- there was a babysitter outside, too!

what the frick! the girl cast a glance behind her, scowling and peering into the den where her parents were housed, and had retreated rather smugly once they saw ibis outside. affronted by this sneaky transfer of ownership, sionnach turned back towards ibis with a suspicious glare. since she was "not puppy age" she was lumped in the same category as the rest of the unfun adults: certified fun police.

sniffing suspiciously, sionnach stood up primly, too self-absorbed to realize the rather forlorn construction of her packmate. expecting some sort of order, the girl cast ibis an unruly glance and then ignored her, showing she was going to do whatever the heck she wanted, consequences be damned.