Lost Creek Hollow Immaculate

Settling down...? Hah! That sort of nonsensical behavior was for weaklings and cowards. And girls who weren’t being horrendously assaulted by their evil, terrible little brother (not that Jet herself was exactly galumphingly huge either, mind you).

Sharktooth brother Ash did have the courtesy to give her some warning, at least, before pouncing. And then her other brother Hood joined in on the earsplitting ruckus, too, which very much spoiled her own outraged entry as she yawped imperiously back at Ash to try and warn him off. The brattiest of brothers would not be dissuaded, though, of course, and then wrecked Jet’s subsequent attempt at noisemaking when he flew into her sternum and knocked the wind right out of her.

Ooooh, that did it! She would not be silenced or outdone, and especially not by her stinkin’ brothers, of all people! Jet swooped as full a breath as she possibly could into her lungs as Ash was attacking, and then went into full-on howling temper tantrum mode, in-between her attempts to first bite all of Ash’s toes in revenge, and then her determined swipe of the paw towards his head. Maybe she could get that goopy little bit of dandelion fluff lodged in his nose, or perhaps an eye—see how he liked that! Or at the very least maybe she could get it inside one of his ears. A girl could only hope.