Blackfeather Woods you just triggered a fucking mexican

the hey! startled her upright, sending undergrowth rustling as she was violently distracted from chewing on her favoured whirly piece of wood. limbs splayed, auds bolt upright, she saw the source after only a moment. moonshine was mildly distressed to realize it was one of the bitey sisters she'd done a great job of avoiding. her brother might look down on scylla, but moonshine was slightly in awe, and slightly scared, of the girl—really, all the other pups made her just a bit anxious. hoping she remained unnoticed, she turned tail and beelined in the opposite direction. in her haste, she left behind her stick where she'd lain.