Redhawk Caldera You gotta know your limits with a boombox

While the boy may still be oblivious to the disabilities of his mother and grandmother, there could be no doubt that he had noticed Ruenna's, visible as it was. Not that she was allowing it to slow her down, particularly with the children. They were the only packmates of hers that she could still keep up with.

Killer was preoccupied with-- from the sound of it-- a very unfortunate cicada, and Ruenna thought he might have missed her shuffling up from the rear. Something about the bug made him cry out with surprise, and Ruenna saw it as the perfect opportunity to layer even more surprise on top. She darted (as much as she could dart) up behind the child and tucked her muzzle into his side, nibbling gently to deliver a quick tickle.  

"Boo!" 

Playtime would, of course, double as a lesson for the boy. Perhaps next time he would keep a closer eye on his surroundings.