As the sunset furred girl made to act all big and bad, Ophelia grinned with an expression that called the other girl out for being horribly ineffective. Her Mama made scarier faces than that and she wasn't scared of her! Truly, it was a miracle in all the tangle of limbs and bodies that the smallest of the bunch ended up on top of the heap. Said heap likely consisted of the poor boy doing his best to get free.
Joan's biting demands for her to get off the boy were met with a haughty sneer. Just who did she think she was?? Not the boss of her, that was for sure!
"Friends??" Ophelia sputtered suddenly, her jaw fallen open when she caught the last olive branch her sister extended. "Are your ears waterlogged, you dummy? She dun wanna be yer friend! She wanna bite you." The pale princess paused for a moment before that grin returned. "She wanna bite me more." Her tail lifted high to wag excitedly at the prospect of a showdown with the bigger lass.
This was their home turf! It was their job to defend it, and there Joannie went trying to make friends with them.
All of this was fun, she supposed. Finally stepping off her pup-perch, Ophelia narrowed her eyes to reconsider. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have them around after all. Still, the feisty girl couldn't resist heckling the pair. "You're lost, aren't you?" she accused.