Sun Mote Copse that visions are seldom all they seem

Quetzal was zig-zagging around the rendezvous, chasing after a hopping bunny that knew it could not be bested. Not by Q, anyway. Nature seemed to humor her, but the moment Chanel came around the thing, once it observed her, made like a bat out of hell. Q followed, not noting the presence of the tawny sitter, and nearly reemed into the womans forelegs as she noticed too late. The cub pressed the breaks (perhaps too late) sending dirt flying helter skelter (not really, she was too small to leave much of an impression on the world beneath her yet... but her nails and the base of her paws did leave little indents in the earth where she pressed the hardest). AAAAHHHHH!! She screeched, though the sound devolved to giggles. Even if she hit against Chanel, the cub at least was none too phased; she was back on all fours in an instant. 

HEY!!!! she greeted, too large ears twitching as she danced around her newest friend. Her voice sounded similar to her aunts, who she worshipped, and her boisterous volume was typical since @Meerkat often complained of how quiet she sounded when she wasn't yelling. Since Q liked that sister best of all (Alyx was great, but did not like getting down and dirty with her) she was inclined to trust her judgment on the matter versus the rest of her family who said she was (insert air quotes here) always yelling. Pfffft. 

After a beat, Q realized she didn't know this wolf. Not that it mattered. All it took was one single thing for strangers to become friends... and as far as Q was concerned, it was a name. WHO YOU??? She harped, rearing on her hinds to place her forelegs on her latest companies own. I'M Q! She introduced with a waving tail.