so do we

Movement caught her attention, a tall black and grey pup scrambling up the side of the knoll to stare at the buffalo. From the corner of her eye he could almost have been Chaos, and she'd turned her head sharply in curiosity about what he was doing. But her brain rejected that possibility even before she'd finished turning her head, because in this direct sunlight Chaos' coat, even more than hers, would be riotous with bright colored highlights. So who was this then? Must be one of Avalon's pups, grown up quite a bit since they're been claimed and carried here. "You don't want to chase those," she spoke up, loudly enough for him to hear. "They can crush bones with those hooves."