Stone Circle Kill the beast!

Leta had a mind of her own, though often deferred to her brothers judgment first. It was not that she felt timid or overwhelmed around them, only that she loved them so much that she felt everything they said was right, or the best. What more could she add? Only when Clay mocked Newt did Leta first begin to participate, darting to the bullies side and attempting to nose his shoulder gently for his attention. Be nice to Newt!!! she whispered, but the words were hardly a command or demand coming from her. Even as she said it, her tail waved and her eyes were bright and loving. After hearing her fathers verbal reprimand, Leta's ears flattened at the inflection of his tone. Grimacing, she now offered a comforting nudge to Clay, though he might avoid her touch altogether. 

Darting over to West, her tail waved all the more. She knew that much from watching their family hunt, but... uhm... can tails be??? Leta asked, curious. The tail of the raccoon was much bigger than a bison tail. It looked easier to grab!