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[/html]A youthful snarl erupted from her short muzzle as she viciously slammed her forepaws into the corpse. It made some squelching noises and she growled fiercely. With dogged determination, she use her front paws to slam into the body again. This time, it didn't just squelch, it crunched and her teeth glinted in glee that the dead mouse had finally done what she had wanted it to do. Lowering her head, the D'Angelo princess picked up the rodent by its tail and swung it from one side to the other. It naturally moved back and forth while she walked. The girl's gait was almost a prance, with legs lifted high as she moved. At least... as high as her stubby little puppy legs could go.
She was very close to the den - barely outside - and she had likely received the dead mouse from her parents to use as a plaything. Very clearly she had taken it upon herself to claim the body by utilizing her strange affinity for smashing her paws into things. This had started when she was younger - kneading her mother's side to encourage milk flow had turned into jumping forcefully on her siblings' backs - and now manifested itself in a (slightly) more reasonable/useful circumstance. Her tail twitched from one side to the other in time with the mouse as she walked; she had no real intent to go anywhere of meaning. In fact, she was going in a rather small circle around her family's home. Still, it felt good to show off her "kill" to the world at large.