S.O.S

The red girl giggled with delight as Mama scooped her up and nuzzled her. She would peer over her mother’s arms briefly at her father, cocking her ears towards him as he spoke. Then her gaze slipped to the tussling girls. Leto had started to say something to her earlier, but Iskra was now occupied listening to their current squabble. Big fat stupid head? Oh, how mean, Arry! Iskra blinked, and glanced towards the patch of fur her Daddy had referred to. They seemed to have forgotten about it. A grin spread across her face as she looked up to Mama. The blue wolf encouraged her to go play, and with new sparkling mischief, Iskra wobbled out of her mother’s grasp and began to plod over to the fur to pick it up. Since Leto and Arry were fighting, maybe they wouldn’t notice! And then it could be all hers! Besides, the idea of scrapping with Leto and Arry did not interest her. No way she was gonna get her fur pulled and her tail stepped on. Leave that to those goons.