Mafa growled lowly in warning as she felt the young pup n** at her paw. She didn't appreciate being touched. At all. Her ears flattened with the insessant whining of the pup. Perhaps this hadn't been to grand of an idea? No. The thing needed training, and Mafa wasn't up for it at all. Nor was she in the mood for this pup. The trotting and nipping at her shoulder really pushed her over the edge.

Once again Mafa snarled, but this time, she lunged at the innocent pup. She had the intent to tear out its damn throat, but then she remembered that this pup was now her property, and damaging her property would in no way benefit her. At the last moment, her mind changed, and instead of attacking the pup with her fangs, she knocked it over with the swing of a paw, pinning little Kelello to the ground,

"Rule number one, don't touch me, I don't play"

Her words came out in a deathly dangerous tone; Mafa did not allow herself to be joked around about, she was damn serious whenever she said something, and demanded that attention. After a few moments of glaring down at the pup, she released it, her attention now turning to Tibuka.

"How am I supposed to know what he eats? That's you job Tibuka. Oh, and take the whelp with you, teach it the rules, keep it in line, and don't lose track of it, at least not yet"