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She had not been simply cowering behind Xan, but observing her playmates as well. It was apparent that Xan's wife was launching another attack, but she'd not expect Xan - the treacherous knave! - to split away at the last second, leaving Sif open to attack. His wife was upon her before she could dart after him, and Sif wheeled back in alarm as the woman collapsed before her.

She wasn't sure about this sort of play, but Xan's wife still seemed keen, so she did her best to reciprocate, biting gently but firmly at wandering paws, and darting down to lip and nip at the woman's face as well.

Eventually, she realized she was being terribly rude, remaining upright while the game was going on there on the ground. The older woman clearly knew more about this than she did, so Sif flopped over as well, pushing her paws into the other's plush chest and craning her neck to continue jaw-wrestling, contented growls rumbling constantly from her throat.

Xan was forgotten almost entirely.