Blackfeather Woods I sing of arms and men

Maegi grinned as the pup began to work at her muzzle with baby gums, repressing the urge to giggle (that tickled!). Her tail beat softly behind her on the ground, back and forth, in obvious joy. It was strange to be in this position. It seemed as if only yesterday that she was the pup playing with Cassiopeia here in the Glen. Now she played with the woman's child.

Strange, huh? she asked rhetorically, for she knew the sharp row of teeth on the left side of her face was permanently bared to the world. She wondered if the pup found it strange, scary, or merely a curiosity. One day you'll have teeth like mine. Sooner than you think.