Moonspear survival of the richest

her tiny form swirled around at the sound of someone's voice. murky gaze in the midst of changing from baby-blue to crisp green found the dark man that was always there, whom she did not yet identify as her father, yet, but merely a protective figure. her gaze narrowed in contemplation, seemingly, mind turning. she could continue to look for Aries, or she could fasten her fangs into this one. deciding that convenience was better, she darted forward, clamping her jaws around the forelimb of her father. should she attain a grip, she would bite with all the strength her tiny form possessed, tail lashing behind her as if it had a mind of it's own, and tiny growls seeping from her maw, muffled and high pitched.