Show Me Your Grrrr Face

The thought of making up a strategy against a massive foe like a bear thrilled the girl. Her mind raced with possibilities, each more cunning than the last. Each steadily drifting into more viceral territory.

She listened intently to the various suggestions, each pup offering their own take. She remained silent, her gaze fixed on Aresenn as he turned away, giving them space to think up their plans. But Ravana paid the talking no mind, instead her fur bristled, and her skull dropped between her shoulders and she skulked up to the fiery brute.

When Aresenn turned back, lowering his head and growling like a bear, Ravana felt a surge of adrenaline. This was the moment she lived for, the thrill of the hunt. She circled around, her eyes locked on her father's movements, looking for an opening. She watched as a few of her siblings erupted into an attack. But she crouched low, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When it came, the caramel girl rocketed onto her father’s back, clamping sharp puppy teeth into his scruff.


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