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No matter how hard she tugged on Elwood's toe, it yielded no milk. Wildfire opened her mouth to yell in protest, spitting out his toe in the process. Almost angrily, she began to clamber up and over her uncle's foot, the ridges of each toe rubbing against her belly. The sensation was new and strange, so she stopped moving to pay closer attention to it. It ceased too, of course. With a sharp yip, she began to wriggle in place, which felt pleasant.

But the kneading on her abdomen had another effect: it stimulated the little whelp's bladder to empty. Instinctively hiking her thin, black tail into the air, she relaxed her muscles and urinated copiously on the Beta male's paw, complete with a loud sound of satisfaction that was part sigh, part squeak.