A miss. Her teeth met air and she landed back upon the ground with empty jaws, and it was entirely Saga's incredulous call of her name that kept her from an immediate second bite. The girl glanced over, growling under her breath at her Mother's silent bidding beneath the weight of her stare. She didn't care if it was inside time, or if they didn't bite people --she didn't need the warning said to hear it bounce inside her skull---, or whatever the rules were. She WANTED to go outside. She LIKED biting things, especially when they gave a reaction.

And then he dared her. Now, she wasn't quite old enough to know what the words really meant, but the challenge was clear in his quiet, dangerous tone.
Magnolia rose to meet it, paused only by her Mother's continued stare. Then... it seemed as if she passed the torch. What fresh hell was this? Magnolia didn't care who he was, what they called him, or what he did for them, no other figure would tell her what to do.

The moment Saga's attention went back to Laurel, Mags leapt up for another bite -- right for the nose. She would be teaching him, thank you very much.