Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Ohmifreakinggosh. This pup Ashlar was being even more boringer than all these grownups, here! Jet hadn't even thought that was possible! He was an umoving whiny lump, which even freaking Spook was managing to outdo. Jet stared unbelievingly back at the unrelated boy a long second before just barely restraining her eyeroll in response to her brother's hissed rebuke.

Thinking quickly, she replied, Well us pups is supposed ta stay together too, right? An' he's not, he's over here all by his lonesome, so obviously I'm just tryin' ta get him over by us where he should be instead, right? Another sharp and, this time, less-playful poke at poor Ashlar. Only he don't wanna move, do he, she said more grumblingly. This kid's scent did kindasorta ring a bell but Jet didn't remember him all that well from previous play sessions. And no wonder, if this was the kind of playmate he made! Well, maybe Pike could toddle over here and get a better reaction outta him. Even the kid's mother here seemed like she was staying distracted and apathetic because there was some sort of Boring Grownup Jabber going on over the youngsters' heads. Jet freaking gave up already. This whole meeting nonsense sucked and she was feeling sorry she had ever agreed to any of it even for a moment.

Before Arbiter or (less likely) Terance could recall their scolding attentions to their wayward daughter in turn, Jet turned and galumphed her way almost all the way back to where she was supposed to be. She wiggled her butt back down into the dirt and, when a quick beseeching glance toward Mother failed to instantly cause more-interesting things to happen (though at least Mom didn't look mad today—more amused than anything, which naturally was only going to encourage Jet's misbehavior to increase in a moment) Jet tilted her jet-black head wwwaaayyyy back on its axis, and shot a long-suffering, overdramatically bored look upside-down at the rest of the gathered crowd. Like ohmigosh she was dying here now someone come save her before she died of this endless tedium! Jet startled however, and her eyes arrested on a particular figure with a stifled gasp as her batlike dark ears perked up in alert. Spook! Pike! Izzat a yotee?! she breathed as she gawped in delighted awe at @Joss for a moment. He was slumping there all guilty-like, and so motheaten and skinny, gosh—Jet didn't think any wolf would be so pathetic a creature, so logically... As she flipped her head upright and her body about to get a better look at the skeletal creature with its threadbare fur, Jet flicked an ear and paid attention long enough to catch her mother imperiously calling out what a quickly-snuck look from the pup confirmed was the sad-looking canine in question. That clinched it, in Jet's little mind: this guy couldn't just be some ordinary wolf, surely. Jet scooched her butt a little sideways towards her mother and then got up, craning her neck and vibrating her tail as she impatiently waited to get a better eyeful of this wasted freak's form and a better-yet earful of whatever Top Secret "Yotee" Instructions her mother was about to impart to the guy.