Bearclaw Valley battleaxe

Desna was not so easily dissuaded from play. She recovered quickly, sinking into a wobbly play-bough in front of her sister. Sesi got to her feet, inspecting the inviting stance with suspicious eyes. Eventually, she mirrored what Desna was doing, touching her elbows to the ground and raising her rump in the air - all slow, measured movements. It felt natural. Fun, even. Sesi's tail began to wag on its own accord, destabilizing the little pup - but for once, she didn't care. Her sour little face brightened. Am I doing it?