Two Rivers Isle <|°_°|>

She felt a brief flash of triumph when he yelped, and was about to re-engage with him more kindly now that he was reprimanded, when her thoughts were interrupted by a shocking 'fuck you!' Dang, puppies were irritating as hell.

Was it a dick move to lay the smack down on a puppy, especially one you had only just met? Treepie didn't really care. It wasn't so much that she was bothered by or felt affected by anything he was saying (or so she was telling herself), but that it was wildly inappropriate for a six-month-old to be talking the way he was. Maybe his parents were dead or something and he had needed to raise himself — so Treepie felt an overwhelming sense of duty to show him what was what.

She didn't bother with words this time, and went in again with a snarl and teeth snapping dangerously close to his eye and throat. She still had no intention of truly harming the boy, but rather wanted to give him a little dose of scared straight. This time, she added a bit of forward momentum, towering over him with stiff legs and her ears, hackles, and tail alert.