Bearclaw Valley there are so many books i mean to read

The fact that a thing so small could emit such an ungodly sound had not occurred to Nunataq entirely. She was caught entirely by surprise, when she had been toying with the idea of grabbing this fluffy fellow by the scruff and dragging it elsewhere. The brown cub sprang back and eyed the little, furious beast speechless (more an emotional state, not an actual one, since Nuna never spoke at all).

Then she recovered, shook her coat, appeared to be contemplating something and eventually plopped on her stomach, her tail wagging, her face lit up in excitement. Perhaps, if she poked him with a paw lightly, he would make a different sound? She tested this theory in practice and reached out to paw at Merrick.