Snack Time, Brats (pup hunt)

Vana was, maybe, a little too interested in flaunting the fact that it was her mother teaching the lesson because her mother was the best mother, and not paying nearly enough attention to the lesson itself. It didn't help that the black and white woman had dropped off Ashmedai. Vana still didn't know how she felt about having a little brother, and found herself spending an inordinate amount of her time staring narrow eyed at the younger boy. She was certain having a little brother was not a good thing, but she had yet to decide if it was a definite bad thing. After all, he didn't even have Daddy's eye spots, he was just all over freckles so surely he wasn't any real competition for her Daddy's attention... He was just annoying.

And suddenly the lesson was over and everyone was testing out stuff her mother had been teaching. Stuff she'd barely paid attention to. Well, she didn't need to pay attention anyway. Raising her nose and sniffing snootily, she decided she'd show them that she was the best here even without the lesson. Moving daintily across the ground, she sought to keep silent, but it seemed like no matter how daintily she moved things still cracked and rustled and crackled, and the more noise the ground made the angrier she got, and the angrier she got, the more angrily she set her feet down, and the more noise the stupid ground made, and why was this so hard?!