Dragoncrest Cliffs gambit

mireille's eyes boggled further as quennell began to nose against her belly. "tcht!" she snorted, using her ginger red paw to gently scoop her little brother away. "not'ing dere for you! only maman can do dat."
mireille chuckled. "you do not fear anyting, do you?" she bent to ruffle between his tiny ears with her muzzle.