Still trying to shiver away the remaining feeling of the rocks crawling and squirming beneath her back, Ophelia nodded at her sister's worried question. "Yeah," the littlest pup answered, turning distractedly to lick @Joan's nose in thanks. Ophelia, too, peered at her brother with concern to the moving rocks. Whatever they were, they weren't rocks. Of that, she was convinced. Rocks didn't crack and show gooey insides when you fell on them and they didn't crumbled between your teeth either! However, she had no good name for them at the moment and didn't bother bringing up the argument.

However, there was an argument she wouldn't pass up. "Yes huh they walk if I not fall. Look. They walk," she pointed out, watching as a few of the beetles scrambled for the cover of another stone. Of course, @Felix was already back in his own world and answering Joan's question with his made-up knowledge!

As one of the creepy crawlies came closer to the pale princess, she smacked a paw down on it heavily before skittering away. "Go!" she demanded of it, though the beetle's exoskeleton was damaged beyond repair by her attack. It was going nowhere again. Ophelia moved behind Joan and Felix as if the pair of them may serve as a barrier between her and the rest of the hoard of moving rocks.

That the disgusting little crunchies even gave her sister the willies was warning enough to Ophelia. The stiffer fur along her shoulders and back all the way to the tip of her tail stood on end and she growled at them not to come any closure. Even Felix - Felix! The not-rock, rock-lover! - had abandoned her to be eaten alive by the nasties.

She squealed herself, following after her brother and sister with tail tucked, squealing the entire way. Though as distance grew, her squeals turned into peals of laughter that echoed around the den site. They should do sibling activities more often with these not-rocks. It was the only time she and Joan ever seemed to agree on anything.

As Felix encouraged Joan to wait, Ophelia lifted her vocal cords above his, hot on his heels, and screeched delightedly for her to run faster. The pup even took to nipping at her brother's tail just for the fun of it, easily distracted by her previous misgivings about the creatures sharing their den site. Not a single pack mate within the territory would be able to not hear the three pups carrying on like hooligans. No doubt, naps were disturbed and any attempts at hunting in silence were abandoned. Ophelia made especially sure that naps were disturbed and took to leaping rudely upon the mute girl within the pack without warning before scampering off again.