Blacktail Deer Plateau girl power anthems

"Ty," Osprey Jr. stage-whispered. She paused, her lips pursing, then began to chant, "Ty, Ty, Ty, Ty, Ty." She enjoyed being able to say her sister's name, especially over and over and over. "Ty, Ty, Ty!" Did it matter that Tytonidae was nowhere near her at the moment? No, it didn't. This wasn't about Ty, the wolf, but the word Ty and the ease with which it sprang off the tip of her tongue. "TY, TY, TYYY!"

Of course, her charcoal sister wasn't far away—just across the clearing, as a matter of fact, being groomed by their mother—so it was only a matter of time before she heard Junior purportedly calling her name and likely wandered over to see what the hell Osprey wanted.

Pura's penchant for rolling in anything sticky and brown made him the least fun pup to clean, but one of the adults had nevertheless set themselves the challenge. The ordeal was made worse by Pura's constant attempts to escape, and an exasperated Kisu eventually let his son go after transforming him from 'crusty, foul-smelling mess' to a more respectable 'recent hobo'.

Junior's shouting had been the final straw for the little boy, whose need to be involved in everything that was going on had him running between activities until he eventually collapsed at the end of the day. "JU-NO, JU-NO, JU-NO," he hollered now, flouncing towards Osprey with his mouth agape and over-sized ears standing tall (finally).

I was hoping @Tytonidae would pop in here but I don't want this thread to get too outdated, so... I'm posting again. :)

As soon as the puppy pack's solitary male member made his presence known, Osprey turned toward him and began imitating (or was she mocking?) him by chanting, "POO-WA, POO-WA, POO-WA!" She refused to budge, though she braced herself for imminent impact. Unlike her female litter mates, Pura tended to take her bullishness in stride, rarely taking things personally or pitching a fit over a wrestling match that became a little too energetic. He was, therefore, her likely favorite playmate.

Oops! Sometimes I forget about threads if they aren't in the auto-threadlog.

Ty had been emptying her bladder (having escaped Hawkeye's grasp) shortly after Osprey went on a name-calling spree. As soon as she was finished, Tytonidae bounded toward her sister and cousling (Kat, I am stealing this word from you) with her whole body wagging from side to side. She wriggled herself right up to her sister, licking the girl's jaw (if she would allow) to show her affection. Once that was finished, Ty wiggled a few paces backward and looked at Pura.

“Prah!” she said, grinning all the while. “Prah, pla!” Ty then got down on her elbows, rump still high in the air, and attempted to entice him into playing with her.

Oh my freaking god, ladies everywhere. No sooner had Junior started chanting than Ty joined her, both mangling his name in different ways. The former dared him to approach with a dominant stance and the latter actively invited play, scrambling the poor boy's brain with the pressure of so many decisions to make.

He copied Junior's stance, standing with his legs apart and head lowered, eyes flitting between the faces of both girls at the speed of a cat trying to keep its beady eyes on a laser pointer's oscillating dot. It was impossible decide. There were no leaves involved, so Ty might not start screaming straight away - she wasn't Saēna. But Junior presented a real challenge, and Pura wanted the top spot like everyone else.

There was only one way to have his cake and eat it too.

Without warning, the pup wheeled around and stuck his rump in the air, floating one damn fine air biscuit into the air with a wonderfully wet-sounding FRRRRSSSSPPRT! and an accompanying "EEEEHEEHEEHEE!"

Unfortunately, taking the time to laugh left his bum exposed for attack.

Since their couslings had joined them on their fourth or fifth day life (before their eyes or ears or minds had opened), the bond between Osprey Jr. and Tytonidae had ceased to be particularly special, though for one reason or another, Junior only rarely targeted Ty. And when her full-blooded sibling sidled up next to her and licked her jaw, Junior not only accepted but returned the gesture. It was as if she sensed their special bond, even if there was no actual distinction between the two of them and Pura and Saēna.

Presently, Ty attempted to get Pura to play with her. Despite Junior's dominant stance, she did not deign to interfere... for the moment, at least. She watched expectantly as her sister moved toward the silvered boy, who promptly turned around and released a reeking blast of air in Tytonidae's direction.

Although such noises and even smells didn't offend Osprey and she didn't feel any particular urge to come to Ty's defense, the sight of Pura's ass wiggling in the air was what finally spurred the puppy pack's current commander to take action. Without warning, she leaped at Pura's backside, aiming to give him a sound nip to the rear, her snout unknowingly angling toward the family jewels...

Pura completely denied her attempt at play. Instead, he whirled around and farted right in her face. Ty scrunched up her nose, and soon after, Osprey was nipping at his bum. It wasn't at all how the girl had hoped or expected things to go, and she found herself feeling alienated from her sibling and cousin in that instant.

They had their own game going on, and they didn't seem to want to play her game at all. Ty flopped to the ground, disappointed and dismayed that things didn't go her way. Maybe it would be better if she just left them alone and found her own game to play by herself. Then she wouldn't have to deal with their nonsense.

Contact.

In reality, Junior's teeth only snagged his treasured, un-descended plums (there wasn't much there to bite), but it was painful enough for Pura to react as though she had bitten them clean off. Ty had lost interest as soon as her domineering sister had taken over proceedings, leaving Pura to fight the battle in defense of the one day mighty bulge alone. Given their familial connection, the green-eyed dame had very little to gain from intervening, and seemed content to stare at the spectacle from the floor.

"OWIIEEE!" Pura wailed pathetically, twisting to inspect the damage. His little barrel of puppy fat got in the way, and he could only flick his tongue pathetically in the vicinity of his rear end, flashing both girls as sad and pathetic a look as he could muster. They didn't understand. The had no protrusions of their own to worry about, only flatness and silly little teats.

As soon as she made contact, young Osprey leaped backward, eyes glittering and fiendish giggles pouring from her mouth. Pura's cry was like music to her ears. "Got'cha Poo-wa!" she exclaimed, then curled her lip as if playfully warning him to try farting in anyone's faces ever again.

Finished with punishing his stinky misdeed, Junior turned her back on him and trotted over to Tytonidae. Unaware that her brief interaction with Pura had put her sister in a sour mood, Osprey flopped down not beside her but directly on top of Ty, her long legs loosely slung about her sibling's neck.

"Ty, Ty, Ty," she resumed her earlier chanting, this time the words muffled as she latched onto one of the charcoal pup's ears and began rhythmically chewing it.

Osprey came back toward her, though it wasn't until her sister was literally on top of her that Ty realized this. The ever-so-slightly lighter pup let out a muffled growl and wriggled her way free from Osprey's grasp. If Pura was still around, Ty was completely unaware of his presence.

However, happy to have the attention back on her (instead of Pura), she wagged her tail and poised herself for play. Taking a note from Saena's book, she let out a piercing scream, figuring that might do the trick... for whatever her goal was in all this.

Pura took himself off to a corner, taking bow-legged-ness to a hugely exaggerated extreme. He settled within glaring distance of the sisters, flung his leg in the air, and began to nurse his poor, bruised ball-sack. He wasn't usually one for dramatics, but the location of the injury felt markedly less bad-ass than any others he had sustained so far in his short life, and his young pride was smarting. His occasional whines for attention were met by chortles and shaking heads from the adults, though one or two males flashed him a sympathetic look - they knew. When a lady grabs you by the balls, you're allowed to sulk. At least for a few minutes.

Exit Pura.

Junior paid no attention to their sulking litter mate, focusing all of her attention upon the task at hand: munching her sister's ear. Unfortunately, Tytonidae had other plans and wiggled out of Osprey's grasp, earning a nonplussed look as Junior rose to her paws.

Ty looked like she wanted to play and Osprey was happy to oblige, though she pulled a dramatic face at the other girl's piercing scream. "SHUT UP!" she bellowed in return, jumping forward to smack the shriek right out of Ty's mouth.

Ty was bowled over by Osprey, tumbling backward and eventually falling still. There, she stayed for some ten or twenty seconds, feeling rather dejected about the whole thing. Fed up with all this stupid nonsense, and preferring the company of the bugs and the toads who were much nicer to her, Tytonidae sauntered off without another word to her sister or Pura.

They could just go play by themselves if they had so much fun together.