Swiftcurrent Creek Pulcinella

Her eyes hungry with power, she watched him retrieve the bone obediently. She stood, finally eager to exercise this profound new ability and lifted her foot to smack the hoof away again when she was smacked with a gentle, but firm command. She froze, giving him a bald stare for a moment as if in disbelief that he would dare deny her the pleasure of the game she had concocted. The minute flicker of selfish glee faded from her gaze, but her eye contact did not waver. 

The girl did not so much as blink before she wound back and smacked the bone away again, this time defiantly. Yet again she barked, but this time her voice was lower as she stared the blue-eyed man down, baring her gums which flared red in the advent of her teething phase.