Dragoncrest Cliffs catch a tiger by the toe

Suddenly, the toe began slipping from her mouth. Bat latched and tried to tug it back, yet it broke free. Bat pounced again, very nearly repeating her earlier tumble out of the den. Étoille hadn't gone far and would've caught her if necessary, though the pup managed to avoid falling. Instead, she dangled over the threshold, just like her namesake, blinking down at the patch of grass below and making all sorts of curious noises.

A shadow fell across her, a phenomenon which caused Bat to lapse into silence. She began to slither backward, her tiny rump raising into the air and her tail going ramrod straight in the effort. Once fully inserted back in the log, she pushed her anterior end upward into a sit, head tipping back to regard this newest visitor. She resembled the last one, though there were black, not brown, smears on her freckled face. And the eyes peering down at the Goufa were the same as the grass: punchy spring green.

"Portia, meet Rorqual, alias: Bat," the Feisripa introduced from somewhere behind her. Bat's big ears twitched faintly at the barely there sound, earning a chuckle from her mother. "You can probably see why..."