Redhawk Caldera Master and Commander

When Ceridwen addressed her, Shenanigans dug her little heels into the earth. She came to a stop, pink tongue lolling from her panting mouth, heart thudding soundly in her chest. Her eyes danced when the older pup invited her to a game of tug-o’-war.

She sprang forward to latch her teeth into her end of the strip of rawhide, even as questions danced in her baby blue eyes. Who was this “nasty puppy eater”? Was it their skin the girls were about to rip to shreds? Ceridwen’s words implied as much.

Growling, Shenanigans began to tug.