Dragoncrest Cliffs freaking booties speaking to the cuties so belligerent

She squinted when he splashed water in her direction, but otherwise did not shy away. The spray of oceanmist had become something she was accustomed to, and this was fresh water. Regardless, she took his comment as an indication that perhaps he might need to hear more often just how much he meant to Chacal, and to the pack. She wanted him to feel the same sense of belonging she believed he should have. He was just as much a part of their world as she was, and she wouldn't let him forget that. 

Nor would she let him get away with insinuating that she had fishbreath by taking a head start. She definitely did have fishbreath, and she was going to breathe it all over him once she caught up with him, and raced him to the cache, taking care not to bolt ahead and steal the glory for herself. As competitive as she was, she'd learned the value in having someone to run with, rather than to run ahead of.