Lost Creek Hollow for you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

sionnach was quietly compiling a colorful list of insults for Deshyr that would have made a flower wilt when her ears turned back involuntarily, provoked by the crashing tread of a wolf behind her. 

she breached her timeout immediately, whirling around and suspecting fragile Tiarnach had come to seek revenge — but it was not her brother that faced her. it was one of the other kids, the ones who had the very scary wolf as their mom. sionnach peered carefully around her, assured then that she did not see treason — good. 

she stole a glance Deshyr’s way, stiffening under her elder sibling’s disapproving gaze. she was about to loudly tattle-slash-inform all that her time out was being ruined by a snotty kid when Ash bit her smack in the tail — yowch!! 

sionnach shot up like a rod, a belligerent HEY!! ricocheting off of the cave walls. she brought her paw back and attempted to smack the grey puppy right in the face; a no-holds-barred kind of physical retaliation that was meant to hurt and carried no empathy with it.