Kintla Flatlands xena: warrior princess

As Osprey neared the porcupine, her natural instincts kicked into gear and she slowed, making a more cautious approach. She came to a full stop about six feet from the large, prickly beast and turned halfway around to make sure her mother was watching. Hawkeye hung back watchfully, saying nothing. Junior took this to mean that she should handle Trouble all on her own.

"Are you havin' a bad hair day?" the youngster teased the porcupine. It answered by grinding its teeth and making strange weaving motions intended to intimidate her. "You wanna dance?" she questioned, prancing on her tiptoes a moment before dissolving into laughter. "You look so stupid, y'know! You're not a lot of Tr—"

Even she spoke haughtily to the porcupine, she grew more cocky and moved forward, waving a paw in its face dismissively. The critter retaliated by swinging around with surprising swiftness and drilling at her paw with its club-like tail. It missed, for the most part, though one barb made its way into the pup's foot, earning an immediate and bloodcurdling scream.