Lost Creek Hollow i was once like you are now, and i know that it's not easy

critical hit! sionnach's little teeth sank into skin with ease, mostly because her brother had not expected it. hah! that was your first mistake; sionnach was a crocodile dressed in soft cottony-wolf skin, always waiting for the right moment to test her chompers.

she was shook off quite quickly, but that was as effective as shaking a pant leg when an ankle-biter was around; like a chihuahua, sionnach was heedless to her brother's admonishment and lunged again, this time for a tender toe.

the root was hers, and she was absolutely stalwart in defending it from her brother. unluckily for her, she was but a pup, and if he so wished he could probably pick her up by the scruff and really show her who was in charge here.