Little Lizard

Briar watched with pride as her daughter took advantage of the lizard's pivot in direction just as she hoped she would. Clove's leap to pounce on the small creature was far from a graceful maneuver, but it was effective enough and certainly not a bad attempt for a young pup making her first real attempt at a hunt. "You did!" she agreed with a bright grin, her tail wagging happily behind her as she matched her daughter's excited energy at the exclamation of how she had captured the lizard. She came over to where Clove was holding down the lizard that was wiggling under her paws, nodding eagerly as she was questioned on whether she had seen the hight of her jump. "I did! You went so high!" She was nothing if not her children's biggest cheerleader.

She settled down onto her stomach in front of Clove with her forelegs loosely creating a bit of a barrier on either side of where the young girl was holding the lizard. Briar made it look like she was just getting close so she could get a better look at the lizard that she had caught, but secretly she was just waiting and at the ready just in case the wiggly little thing managed to escape her daughter's paws. She'd be ready to catch it to make sure Clove got to enjoy her achievement for as long as she wished. "You sure do," she agreed with a chuckle. "Are you going to give him a name?" she asked, already trying to think through the logistics of trying to keep a lizard as a pet if Clove decided she wanted to keep her friend for good.

"Briar Carpathius"