“Lava Rocks” but sung to the tune of Thunderstruck

It seemed to come as a shock to the boy that she was sporting quills and she supposed it wasn’t a surprise. They were translucent and with her longer fur, courtesy of the bath bomb concoction, they were harder to see than ever unless she bristled. Aiding her cause the ground was slippery underfoot and the boy stumbled, but things were moving too quickly for her to realise she had managed to give him a complementary piercing.

Teeth found purchase in her flank, just forward of the saddlebags that rested over her hips and she growled indignantly in response, aiming her own teeth towards the slightly smaller wolf’s hip in retaliation, bringing her foreleg in to attempt a sweep at his back legs.

“Speech.”