Bee You En En Why

The sudden tramp of paws through the ground cover made her glad she had forsaken traditional hunting so she didn't have to worry about whoever it was chasing off her prey. Still, her ears laid back flat and she wrinkled her nose in irritation as she twisted away from her newly-set snare to glare at the intruder.

Oh ew. It was a child.

She made a grimace of disgust, sticking her tongue out a little. And of course it already had questions. Kids always had questions. They never shut up! 'What's that' and 'why' and 'what are you doing' and 'are we there yet' ugh. "What does it look like it is, runt?" she snarked, shrugging her shoulders to straighten the hides. "I skin nosy little pups and make them into blankets for my den."