the pointy end

She had been gnawing on her stick rather ferociously when her sister tumbled in, landing at her paws which caused Satire to pause mid-bite, garnet gaze staring her sister down with a bemused expression on her features. She released the stick from her mouth, opening her maw to say something when her sister lifted her paws and pressed her toes against her cheek, sending an uncomfortable wave of cold down her spine. She brought her paw up, aiming to bat her sister’s paws away as she squealed, surprised and displeased by the sudden drop of temperature against her cheek.

“Stop it!” She complained as she instantly rose to her feet and backed away from her sister’s antics. She gave her pelt a nice shake, a frown on her features with an annoyed look in her eyes. “Take your frozen paws to the fire or somewhere else, just keep them away from my face!” She complained again, clearly not a fan. She lowered her haunches a little bit in case her sister got the idea to attempt to freeze her to death again. She would not be such an easy target this time around.