H**nk

As Bramble attempted to be brave and scare off whatever it was that was making the suit of armor shake, the helmet would jolt. Teetering upon its glossy metal shoulders, the flap on the front would taunt her. Was there also a whisper? No, the suit's creaking and bending had to be making all the noise.

Startled once more, the pup let her hair stand on end, and a growl rumbled in her throat. Tucking her tail between her legs and lowering her body close to the ground, Bramble began to make her way back to the chambers at a hurried pace. One or two glances over her shoulder would make her hesitate. A shimmer of light cast from the window seemed different in a way, but she couldn't put her nose on it.

"Good night you stupid suit of armor," she whispered before disappearing up the stairs back to the safety of her parent's rooms.