Deepwood Weald Once Again

At this age, Seelie feared nothing and no one at all. She met scoldings with laughter, annoyance with glimmering warmth — and her brother's teeth in her tail with a startled little yelp! Seelie whipped around to face Katmai, already giggling softly. Her own teeth clicked together as she aimed ineffective nips at his forelegs and chest; a scolding of her own more than any true retaliation.

All the while, the butterfly circled lower and closer until it fluttered into Kitimat's face. That happened to be the exact moment Seelie took notice of him. She let out a shriek of warning — something that might have been Kitty! were it not so garbled and frantic — and tumbled toward him in a clumsy tangle of awkward puppy limbs, heedless of their guardian or any potential consequences of waking her.