Stone Circle Little one

A swift punch to her side earns a loud groan from her, and immediately she tumbles to the grass with her legs tucked close to her stomach. That hurt! she roars, tongue flicking out and running up over her nose.
Decidedly, she was now tired of playfighting. Her tail curls around her hind as she sticks her forelegs out in front of her, jaws widening in a big yawn. Blink, blink; oh, right, her brother. Her gaze travels up to Sven, and she quirks a brow as if she had not just been trying to slay him. Naptime?