Broken Antler Fen chill out, what you yellin' for?

And there she was, the kind of trouble Jasmine was looking for. She was branded by sunlight, with a voice that boomed in measures much different than mama's.

Even though the woman dropped to her size, Jasmine skittered back and danced the path of a giant arc, baby blue eyes never leaving the stranger and puppy fur fluffed up as if she could somehow defend herself. But Jasmine had yet to meet anyone beyond mama, and Diantha, and Roswell, and the stranger's voice floated with colours that poked sunlight through the trees.

Uncertain, Jasmine stood back. Intrigued, she remained, poised and unblinking.