Haunted Wood Come Play With Me

A high pitched yelp exploded from her as Famine once again decided to take a bite out of her. The sensitive, newly opened ear as his new target. Frustration and growing aggression that was swiftly becoming second nature and a default emotion to the little girl, it pushed out some form of a growl to rumble softly in her as she shook him off - well, the sort of left to go prance around in the leftover white cold stuff. 

Angry at his constant biting and ceaseless barrages, Connie thumped forward and ignored the curious stuff along the ground and focused on the dual-toned brother of hers. She didn't know words, they weren't exposed to words and speech enough for her to grasp it just yet and instead followed her instincts to growl and yip at her target before lunging to him herself, oversized paws making the movement just awkward enough as she tumbled over to him. This time, she had the intention of biting him back, to hurt him for once.

He was the main source of her anguish lately after all.