Lost Creek Hollow for you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

throughout sionnach's life, one thing would become clear: she never played fair.

her little battle with ash was no exception. she used every ounce of her bigger form to her advantage, attempting on more than one occasion to bowl her smaller adversary over like aengus did to her. at one point she managed to snag an ear and pulled away grinning, only to have her paw chomped on with dozens of little milk teeth.

"OW!" sionnach hollered in ash's ear, pulling her limb away from the offensive child with a start. that did it; sionnach threw her metaphorical gloves down and lunged for the puppy, this time attempting to pin him right in the dirt with her superior weight (read: fatness).

they wrestled for a time, the winner different each round -- and then fully tuckered, sionnach stumbled clumsily for home.