Leto continued stalking the woolly worm, her ears laid back in concentration and a particularly devious expression on her star-marked face. Oh this woolly worm was soooo going to be eaten. It didn't even know how dead it was. Like, deader than dead. So dead! Her butt waggled, paws shifting in readiness for a pounce...
But a voice suddenly spoke up, and Leto jumped guiltily. Oh no, she'd been caught! Wait no - that wasn't Daddy's voice or definitely not Mommy's either. Maybe she wasn't busted at all! But whoops, her startled movement had knocked the woolly worm off the leave, and he'd disappeared into the leaf litter beneath them. Leto scowled at the spot in disappointment, then turned her scowl onto the wolf who'd told her not to eat it in the first place. "Why shouldn't I?" she demanded with the start of a pout. This guy had lost her woolly worm! She had a right to pout.
