Sear bats a paw at one of her puppies, who insists at nipping her ears. She shows her teeth and growls, "This is your last warning. Next time I'll bite your ears off." It might be the tone of her voice, but you get the feeling this is not an empty threat. You slowly back away.
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Sear limps into the cave, her hind leg slashed open and dribbling blood. She whimpers as she lowers herself on the cold ground to rest. Panting hard and slavering, she twists her body around to lick the wound, wincing from the stinging pain, and her own blood flooding her tongue.
Sear's puppies bowl over each other to get a closer look, stopped only by Dath who steps in front of them. "Sear isn't feeling too good, dears," she says. "Go play and leave her be."
She pushes Sear up with her nose and forces her out of the cave. Bearing red teeth, Sear turns and snaps at Dath.
"Go get looked after by Grian. Don't show the children this," Dath says.
