Qeya River a scurry of squirrels

Sacrificing his own sister to the squirrels -- Typical.

Noooooooo, Bryony whined loudly at Sparrow's insistence that she investigate the noise. His fat paw pressed into her face, and she was being bowled over in slow motion, pushed inch-by-inch to her doom when Ma intervened.

She quickly righted herself, backing up until she was standing under Ma's chest, glaring between the trunks of slender legs at her bully sibling, her fur mussed from being manhandled. Gib baff! she squealed to Ma with an accusatory point at Sparrow. She wouldn't mind a bath at all, but she knew her brother wouldn't like it one bit.

But rather than punish the little spawn, Ma saw fit to teach them something instead -- which Bryony had no objections to. She looked out into the rain again, trying to listen past the water to the sounds of tiny claws scraping on wood.