Bramblepoint So let me thank you for your time,

her ears flicked backward at the child's shouting. it seemed the girl had mistaken livia for her father, and, recognizing that this was not true, grew angry. in the blink of an eye, the pup transformed into a disgruntled badger, her hackles sticking straight up along her nape.

livia had never been around children, and she did not understand them.

her jaws parted and she furrowed her brow. "now, where is your father?" her tone was flat and chilly. as much as she did not want to deal with this situation, livia also wasn't the type to, in good conscience, abandon the girl in the forest alone. frightful was her attitude, but small was her size. an eagle probably could swoop her up without much of a problem.