Mean Girls

Venom puffed herself up as the girl stared at her blankly for a long moment. The puppy opened her mouth to repeat her order when the yearling began to sob uncontrollably. Venom scowled in distaste and back a few paces away as she watched the older girl unravel. Forked tongue flicked with irritation as she debated about what to do. With little empathy she aimed to close the distance between them. Unsheathing her sharp claws she raised a dainty paw and aimed to swipe it across the bridge of Motif’s nose. The sudden pain would hopefully cause her to come to her senses again and listen to the tiny princess. ”Quit it.” Venom demanded as she stared down at the captured girl. ”I didn’t even give you a reason to cry.” The pup added in one of her mother’s favorite saying when she was barely out of the den.