Seaside Moors The present tense of regret is indecision

Interrupted were her soft coos by the swatting of her sister. Startled by the suddenness of it, she loosed a sharp yelp and turned her head in search of the culprit. With sight still so new and still so blurry, she could only barely make out the shadow that was her sister—over to which she moseyed, grumbling all the while. Much like she frequently attempted to do come feeding time, Arcelia intended to butt her head against the other child; a tiny bulldozer, wriggling and squirming. Focused—or as focused as a whelp could be—on the task at hand, she was yet to take notice to the other, far larger shadow lurking nearby.