Oh no, oh no, she's gonna kill him for real this time. Uh... "Oh crud." River groaned, slowly grabbing the mangled, slobbery piece of plastic that had once been her sister's hairbrush, eyes turning to the huge wolf-dog hiding under the table. "Trodaire! Not your's!" She snarled harshly, holding the hairbrush in-front of his muzzle and batting his tender jaws with it harshly. I knew this would happen when Mom got me a wolf.Suddenly Mista flew around the corner “Lycan doesn’t have it” she panted “trodaire”. She spotted a few chewed pieces of plastic then she saw it a mangled hair brush “trodaire” she screamed
"You have to be strong with him, River, he's a real responsibility and needs a good handler." Great, Mom, I can do that, but how can I stop Mista from killing the mutt? She growled in her mind, glowering at Trodaire. "You see what you did, pup?" She snapped at him, watching as he flipping onto his back to show his stomach, stating that he understood her as his alpha.
She turned back to Mista, wincing at her sister's face. "I'll... Buy you two new fancy ones... They won't be the one gave you, but... I can't help this one."