Lost Creek Hollow I can't assault her before I tell her I love her

The two puppies tussled in a glorious death match who had Deshyr unsure of who she should be rooting for — Aengus, the unrelenting titan? Or Sionnach, the opportunistic knave? Or perhaps the freckled Tiarnach, lying in wait? She glanced over at little Eshe again, realising she was the smart one for staying completely out of her brothers' and sister's shenanigans.

At Liffey's warning, Deshyr gave a laugh, looking from them to her mother with a confident gleam to her eye. "I'm sure I can handle them," she said, completely underestimating her new siblings' capacity for mischief. She then turned back to them, leaning forward slightly to cast a mighty shadow over the Frostfur brood. "Fun police, reporting for duty!"