A shower of golden curls tossed away from her face as she looked to him.

"Oh!" she cried, still with a guarded voice.

She leaned far over, one hand buried in the ruff of Bart's neck to secure her balance, and with the other she laid hold of his right ear and drew him around facing the door once more.

This time he showed his teeth but submitted, only twitching the ear back and forth a time or two when she relaxed her hold.
"Come in," repeated Gregg.
She canted her head to one side and considered him with fearless blue eyes.
"I want to," she sighed.
"Why can't you, honey ?" "Munner says no." He attempted to turn further towards her, but the pain in his right shoulder prevented.

He found that his arm was bandaged to the elbow and held close to his side by a complex swathing.
"Who is your mother ?" asked Vic.
"Munner ?" she repeated, frowning in wonder.