Sun Mote Copse aahh! stoooop! i could've dropped my croissant!

Wraen managed to dance away from the puppy, who missed her ankle by an inch or so. She gave the girl a toothy grin, then circled around to bat playfully at the toddler and stopped mid-stride, when she heard Niamh's angry voice from the den. Boy, motherhood did not suit her well (or she had outgrown of the bliss rapidly, once the cubs had begun teething) and she felt sorry for her as well.

In order to give Niamh some peace of mind, Wraen changed her plans slightly, leaned down in a play bow, placing her forepaws deliciously close to Q's set of razors and woofed encouragingly. To those, who doubt her sanity - no - it was not her wish to get mauled voluntarily, rather an attempt to lure the kid further away so that, if it began to scream again, the exhausted mom would not hear her.