Bearclaw Valley first victim

The tiny girl was able to sleep through the majority of the clash, but when her two brothers began to brawl their squirming, pawing and elbowing stirred her from her slumber. She tilted her head back to yawn, her little pink tongue curling as she drew in a deep breath- only to find herself nearly gagging a moment later when someone’s short, bristly tail smacked her right in the uvula. 

She hoarked for a moment, to get the tip of the tail out of her gizzard, and then sought revenge by chomping down on the bony appendage, her own voice added to the cacophony of mewling wails.