Keiki's bump was met with a playful grab for her left ear; a pursuit that was quickly forgotten as Warja's feather fell from her mouth. Quickly, before anyone could snatch it from her, the pup bent and retrieved the plume. Feathers were common, you could find them anywhere, but this one was special and she guarded it jealously. There were very few things that Warja placed any value on, and this was one of those things. Nobody could touch her feather without her permission and if anyone tried, they'd be sorry.
?As for monsters, well they are too scared of your daddy to bother messing with us.? Warja paused a moment to think about what her mother had said. That, she decided, was true, because her daddy was big and scary and nothing would ever mess with him. It was a shame, really. She wanted to see monsters.
Once again taking her place at her mother's heels, Warja began to gently twirl the feather between her teeth. For now she would be silent, playing the day she'd found the plume over in her mind and thinking of little else. The feather made her a bit sad.
