Hushed Willows I could be an accident but I'm still trying

The tiny wolf didn't answer. Dusty Rose couldn't say whether or not this was strange, since he'd scarcely had the chance to stop and chat with them. It was hair-raising to have her here in front of him, since an irate mother usually followed.

The urge to pounce swept through him again. He ought to do it quickly if he was going to — the kid would probably be missed, and he wasn't about to fight anyone for the honor.

But really, it was kind of cute.

"You're definitely your momma's daughter," he told her, just a little regretful of this fact. It was definitely not on the menu. "Alright, twinkle toes. I won't eat you today, but you're goin' right back where you came from. Got it?"

His tail wheeled in idle enjoyment. Kids were kinda neat, weren't they? But he wasn't gonna be caught with her just so she could finish her dance. He nudged her back the way she'd come with his snipey black nose, hoping to corral her back where she belonged.