Mafa tilted her head up, chin to the sky, as the pup turned to leave. She was bigger than him, she was better than him, he'd better not forget it. With a scoff, the female turned, heading into her den for a bit of a nap, perhaps she'd hunt later, go find out what happened to that no good son of hers. Before dissapearing into the darkness of the skull, Mafa's head turned, watching as the pup faded into the distance,

"You better be, mutt"

With that, Mafa was in her den and laying down amongst the dust and death, ready for a good old fashioned nap.

Fin biggrin