She did not like to wait, not at all but she had been getting better at it! It had been the first thing her father had said she needed to learn - patience, he had called it, but she had known it as nothing more than merely waiting for others to keep up (or catch up) with her. Of course, waiting for Sinclair seemed to be the worst of it all. It was not like he couldn't keep up with her, it's just that he wasn't keeping up all the time, everywhere with her. Sometimes, he had to go to his brother or his mother, or he had duties to attend to that she really didn't want to follow him to - like border patrol. Waiting was annoying because it meant he had gotten away in the first place and that bothered her, though she hardly understood why. Her mother wouldn't give her an answer, and none of her siblings seemed to understand it either. Besides, she didn't think Vesper or even Maradona liked being with any other boys anyway. She only ever saw Vesper with Praetor or Judas.

They didn't matter though, not today! What mattered was her charging head long into his den and her paws sinking into something strangely squishy and yet solid. The mere thought of it being some horrendous look-a-like fox or something made her recoil, her lips pulled back into a sheepish grin. How was she going to explain that to a fox? Hi, I thought you were my friend so I pounced on you. It was honest but... well, they weren't so tolerant. She'd stood back, leaning back and keeping her face as far away from the den until she heard his voice. Like that, a switch popped and she dashed forward once more, falling to her belly and sticking her nose into the den once more. So what if it were dawn!? Or maybe he didn't know!

"Uh, hellooo. Dawn is the best time to get eggs off the beach, duh! Aren't you hungry now that you've woken up?

Or been woken up - the unspoken truth of it all. Still, even if he was, she was not done with him yet, particularly now that she had him caught just where she wanted him. As much as he squirmed, she steadied herself though a seemingly endless laughter began to reverberate around them. She twisted about, half rolling into the den entirely until she was able to squirm about so that she faced him better. She swatted, then, at his nose playfully, her lips pulling back into a puppy-ish growl.

"I gotcha' real good! Admit defeat and I'll let you go."

She paused, her ears flickering forward as if expecting the answer before she grinned, broad and toothy in challenge.

"Or you could win!"