Magnolia turned around, and there he was in all his fury; the guardian of the den screaming at her, yelling they she was supposed to piss outside and looking down his large nose at her. She paused, processing, and seemed to appreciate his growl even less than his yelling; straightening and baring her little teeth up at him.
No 'loud ou'side,
she snarled back, parroting back what Saga had been telling her for the last hour AFTER coming inside.
Testing boundaries? Yeah, that's what Mags was good for.
She bounced up on puppy paws as if to beg for food, and snapped her little milk teeth at her father's face.