Heron Lake Plateau Frontier whiskey

Fenn was in no way going back towards the thing that had just hit her, likely even if she had been able to hear his distress.  She could sense it was moving over there, her sibling, but remained where she was.  Quietly whimpering, because being bopped was so traumatic and terrible and how dare he.

But, as children do, pretty soon after the pain faded so did her attention to it, and by the time Fig tackled her, she was ready to playfully nom on an offered ear.  She had no teeth yet, only gums, but she used them enthusiastically as she craned her neck and got them around part of his little ear.