Sun Mote Copse who’s afraid of little old me?

Weeeeeeeee! Otter chimed in as she pounced again, as Towhee's words went in one ear and out the other. She was far too preoccupied with killing the masses to pay too much attention to her grandmother's words.

After some time of stomping about, the ants decided to fight back! They began to crawl up her legs, weaving through fur tendrils. Their plan worked; she stopped immediately, looked down in horror, and screamed.

Maybe she should've listened.