Hideaway Strath Ghosts in the closet

The growl gave her the tiniest bit of pause but it wasn't enough to deter the energetic tot, her parents growled sometimes too but she'd never known the sound to mean anything bad -- even if the noise Whrist made wasn't exactly the same. It wasn't until the tall shadow yelped out in fear and fell back on her dark haunches that the golden girl was derailed from her tracks, skidding to a halt and falling back on her own rump clumsily in a similar fashion.

A curious noise escaped her, "otay..?" The question was accompanied by a tiny, amused grin -- too young to understand or appreciate true concern or empathy, but knowing this was something her mother asked when she fell down or hurt herself. The chimera's wispy curl of a tail whisked across the ground, thumping a happy tune that likely matched the frantic beating of the she-wolf's heart.